The Chase (Isaac Bell 1)

Oxnard looked at him inquiringly. “What about the shipment that’s already sitting in the safe for the real payroll?”

“Leave it in the safe. I guarantee, the bandit won’t get it.”

Pardee twisted the ends of his mustache. “Ever been in a mining town on payday, Mr. Bell?”

“I haven’t had the luxury, but I hear it can get pretty wild.”

“That’s true,” said Oxnard with a faint grin. “Every payday, all hell breaks loose from one end of town to the other.”

Pardee matched his grin. “Yes, the cribs will be busy until the miners have wasted their hard-earned money on whiskey and gambling.” He paused a moment and looked at Bell. “Where are you staying, in case I have to get in touch with you?”

“I’m staying at Mamie Tubbs Boardinghouse.”

“A good place to keep a low profile,” said Oxnard. “Mamie’s a fine old gal, and a good cook.”

“I can vouch for her stew,” Bell said with humor.

After breakfast, the meeting broke up. Bell and Oxnard thanked Mrs. Pardee for a fine breakfast. Then the three men stepped outside and walked toward town, Pardee leaving them when he got to his office and jail. Bell went with Oxnard to the bank to study its interior layout.

The floor plan was the same as a thousand other banks’. The bank manager’s office sat behind the teller’s cage, which was enclosed in glass except for the area in front of the cash drawers. This section of the counter was open through narrow bars. The vault was more like a large safe and stood in an alcove off to the side of the lobby. Bell learned that it was closed during business hours and opened only to withdraw currency or when all cash and coins were returned after closing.

“You don’t have a vault?” Bell said to Oxnard.

“Don’t need one. Payroll money usually goes up to the mines under heavy guard the second day after the shipment comes in.”

“Why the second day?”

“We need the time to make a count to verify the amount shipped from the bank in Denver.”

“So the bandit has a limited window of opportunity.”

Oxnard nodded. “If he’s going to make his play, it will have to be tomorrow.”

“Have you seen or had contact with any new depositors or people who simply walked into the bank and then walked out again?”

“A new superintendent for the Liberty Bell mine opened a checking account.” He paused to gaze up at the ceiling in thought. “Then there was a very attractive woman who opened an account. A very small account. Very sad.”

“Sad?”

“Her husband left her back in Iowa to strike it rich in Colorado. She never heard from him again, and the last thing she learned was from a friend, a conductor on the railroad. He told her that her husband left word he was going to Telluride to work in the mines. She came here in an attempt to find him. Poor soul. Chances are, he was one of the many men who died in the mines.”

“I’d like the name of the mine superintendent,” said Bell, “so I can check him out.”

“I’ll get it for you.” Oxnard went into his office and returned in less than a minute. “His name is Oscar Reynolds.”

“Thank you.”

Oxnard stared at Bell. “Aren’t you going to check out the woman?”

“The bandit has never worked with a woman—or any man, for that matter. He always commits his crimes alone.”

“Just as well,” Oxnard sighed. “Poor thing. She only opened an account for two dollars. In order to eat, she’ll probably have to work in a bordello, since jobs for women are scarce in Telluride. And those jobs that do exist are filled by the wives of the miners.”

“Just to play safe, I’d like her name, too.”

“Rachel Jordan.”

Bell laughed softly. “Her, you remembered.”