Photoplay (Jan 1921)

Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section 119 The Gossamer Web (Concluded) mingled pain and happiness in her eyes and nodded, "Yes." "God have -pity on me,'' groaned David, his haggard face pressed between the iron pickets. Vibart's features were aglow with triumph. It had been a long chase. The butterfly was his. He lifted his soft gray hat and hurried from the churchyard. As he stepped to the sidewalk of Broadway a man following him raised his left hand to the lapel of his coat and held it there as he passed Jim Tierney. The detective acknowledged the sign with a nod. As if led by an invisible tether, David followed his wife back to the bank and, when she had entered, resumed his trudging, Tierney again at his post of observation. Love and honor had gone from the ken of the convicted bank teller. Cowardice had taken their place. Time and again he lengthened his walk to the corner of Nassau Street, determined to break from the evil spell that held him by turning the corner and going his way to oblivion, but always he retraced his steps. At two o'clock his wife appeared again at the bank entrance and hurried west. He followed, his shadow pursuing him. This time she skirted the southern boundary of the churchyard, cutting across to the Terminal Building and descending to the McAdoo tubes. The three entered a train by separate doors and left it at Hoboken. On the surface again, Adele asked a policeman to direct her to one of the transatlantic steamship company's piers. In the crowd that had gathered for the sailing of the liner, David found it easy to keep under cover. She waited at the passenger entrance to the pier, watching for the coming of her lover. He arrived followed by a porter lugging two heavy bags, himself carrying an alligator skin valise of stout structure. "Shall I take this aboard, Sir?" a steward asked, reaching for the valise. "No ; attend to those two bags." Vibart tipped him handsomely in advance. "Ask at the baggage office if Mr. Bronson's trunks are aboard and then hurry back here." He turned to Adele and, leaning over, kissed her on the cheek. 'T have everything you can possibly need," he told her with a smile. "Have had it all for weeks. And I'll just keep this right close to me." He glanced down at the bag in his hand. David edged nearer the couple, Tierney closing in on him. Again the red flecks danced before his eyes. The steward re turned and reported the baggage safe aboard ship. "Did the roses come for Mrs. Bronson?" asked Vibart. "Yes, Sir. They're in the stateroom." The man who had given Jim Tierney the signal in front of Trinity Church a few hours before, a nervous, wiry man of thirty with a cigarette stained blonde mustache, stepped between David and Vibart, Adele's cheeks were scarlet and her hands trembled. "Shall we go aboard, Sir?" asked the steward. "Just a minute." The left hand of Tierney's partner closed on Vibart's right wrist, twisted it and shook the alligator bag free. With his right hand, Texas Darcy drew a revolver from the bank manager's hip pocket, Tierney taking it and picking up the bag at the same time. Adele drew back, her hands to her temples, as there was the flash of bright nickel, and a pair of handcuffs made Vibart helpless. Her lover's eyes seemed popping from his white face as he stared at her questioningly. "Open it! Open it!" she gasped to Tierney. The bank detective slipped a hand into Vibart's pockets, found his bunch of keys and was soon rummaging in a mass of gold and paper money. "Watch this, all of you," he commanded sternly. "I don't want this thief to give the old frame-up holler. Take a look at 'em' Steward." He held aloft a sheaf of bills. "Here they are, five ten thousand dollar certificates!" "O, David ! David ! I landed him !" cried Adele hysterically. The smiles of the temptress were gone from her face and clean bright tears of happiness filled her eyes. "Here I am." Her husband reached her side and slipped an arm about her for she seemed ready to faint and the sobs shook her slender body. "You. . . . You. . . ." gasped Vibart, stunned by the trick the bank teller's wife had played upon him. ''Yes, she did it," laughed Tierney. "And I'll say she done as clever a job as ever I see in my time, even to having me meet her man up at Sing Sing and follow him here so he couldn't butt in and spoil the vamping and disband the parade." He closed a powerful right hand on an arm of the thief. "Come along," he ordered. "We'll go by the bank on the way to police headquarters and I guess the directors will square the debt they owe David Martin and his wife." Questions and Answers (Continued from page 93) C. 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