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"You lie," Mrs. Temmler screamed and, jerking herself free of the officer who was holding her, made a wild rush for the door
it up, I grabbed the letters and dropped them into a lunchbox on the counter.
The officers poured through the door. "The jig's up," the sheriff said.
DRUCE EATON stepped forward and said, "I'll take the entire responsibility for this."
The man with the big hat answered, "Oh, you will, will you?"
"Yes, this young woman has nothing to do with it."
The bank cashier said, "Don't let them fool you. It's a well-planned holdup. They put on the act together and. . . ."
One of the city officers interrupted, "Good Lord, that's Bruce Eaton, the actor!"
"Actor nothing," the bank cashier protested. "They tried to hold me up. That man's no more Bruce Eaton than I am. He's a stick-up artist. If they hadn't jerked the gun out of my hand, I'd have had them. But one of them knocked the gun out and. . . ."
One of the city officers laughed an interruption, "Bruce Eaton isn't going around sticking up banks."
"I tell you they tried to stick me up," the cashier protested, doggedly. '"This man walked into the bank and, while I was waiting on him, this woman came in and stood at the counter. I asked him if she was with him and he said he'd never seen her before. Then when you gentlemen drove up in your car, she started yelling at him and ran around behind the counter. I figured she was handing him a gun. I knew right then it was a stick-up and yelled at them to stop. She kept right on coming and. . . ."
The sheriffs cold eyes fastened mine in cynical appraisal. "How about it?" he asked.
I said, indignantly. "I was simply trying to get the man's autograph. You can imagine my surprise! I dropped in here to try and cash a check. I noticed someone was back in the vault with the cashier. Then I suddenly realized
who it was. Do you think I'd pass up an opportunity like that? Why, when I go back and tell my roommate about having been in a country bank at the same time Bruce Eaton was there, her eyes will stick out a foot. Naturally, I wanted his autograph. I felt, under the circumstances, he wouldn't hesitate about giving it to me."
The officers exchanged dubious glances. I could see that the cashier's excitability and his hysterical gunplay were putting him on a spot.
Bruce Eaton said, calmly, "Well, it's been rather an exciting experience, Miss . . . what's your name?"
"Miss Bell," I said, "Claire Bell."
"It's been quite an experience,-' he said, smiling. "I've had autograph hunters pursue me before, but never under quite such unusual circumstances. Perhaps, if you're going my way, you'd care to accept a lift back to Los
"I'd be delighted," I told him.
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