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Bones stared

"Most curious thing I've ever seen in my life, dear old typewriter," he

said "Why, that's the very banking establishirl

And then it dawned upon Bones, and he gasped

"Great Moses!" he howled--there is no prettier word for it "That

naughty, naughty, Miss Thing-a-raph! My sacred aunt! Autograph on a cheque"

Bones babbled on as the real villainy of the atteradually unfolded before his excited vision

Explanations were to follow The girl had seen a paragraph warning

people against giving their autographs, and the police had even

circulated a rough description of tell-dressed wo fronatures

"My young and artful typewriter," said Bones, speaking with emotion,

"you have probably savedGoodness

only knohatto-night, my jolly old Salvationist, if your beady little eye

hadn't penetrated like a corkscrew through the back of that naughty old

lady's neck and read her evil intentions"

"I don't think it was a reat enthusiasm for the description, "as my memory"

"I can't understand it," said Bones, puzzled "She came in a beautiful

car----"

"Hired for two hours for twenty-five shillings," said the girl

"But she was so beautifully dressed She had a chinchilla coat----"