Wanted, in New York, J. Churchill Wahrfield, president of the Republic Insurance Company.
“‘Also the funds belonging to said company, now in that grip, in the unlawful possession of said J. Churchill Wahrfield.’
“‘Oh-h-h-h!’ says the young lady, as if she was thinking, ‘you want to take us back to New York?’
“‘To take Mr. Wahrfield. There’s no charge against you, miss. There’ll be no objection, of course, to your returning with your father.’
“Of a sudden the girl gave a tiny scream and grabbed the old boy around the neck. ‘Oh, father, father!’ she says, kind of contralto, ‘can this be true? Have you taken money that is not yours? Speak, father!’ It made you shiver to hear the tremolo stop she put on her voice.
“The old boy looked pretty bughouse when she first grappled him, but she went on, whispering in his ear and patting his off shoulder till he stood still, but sweating a little.
“She got him to one side and they talked together a minute, and then he put on some gold eyeglasses and walked up and handed me the grip.
