them and covered her knees with the hem of her skirt.
“How do you do.”
Captain Franks added, “You may have seen Mr. Daly before. He has his own show on Channel 15.”
“I watch it from time to time,” the girl said.
“Now will you please tell Mr. Daly where you work.”
“I work for the Ramsdale Armored Truck Company.”
“In what capacity?”
“I’m the garage division cashier and head tally clerk and have been for the past five years.”
“Just what do your duties entail?”
“Well, part of my job is to check the money into the trucks.”
“Did you check the money into the truck that was robbed?”
“I did.”
“Was it an unusually large amount?”
“No. Comparatively small. At times our trucks may carry up to several million dollars, but that particular run was more of a courtesy gesture to the new shopping plaza. Also to stock the bank with change.” Miss Lindler took a slip of paper from her purse and glanced at it to refresh her memory. “The exact figure was one hundred and seventy-eight thousand and eighty-nine. Five thousand, two hundred and forty of it in silver dollars, half dollars, quarters, dimes and nickles. Six hundred dollars in pennies. And the balance in one, five, ten, twenty, fifty and one hundred dollar bills.”
She laid the slip of paper on Captain Frank’s desk. He asked, “And how is this money handled, Miss Lindler? I mean from the vaults to the truck?”
“I take the money from the vault and make up the amounts requested by the individual stores on the route. Then I give it to one or more of the guards who put it into the truck. Then when the truck is ready to roll, the inside guard gets into the money compartment and locks the door before the garage doors are opened.”
“Is this procedure supervised?”
“Very strictly.”
Daly asked, “You say the inside guard gets into the money compartment and locks the door. How does he lock it?”
“With a key.”
“Do all the guards on the truck have keys to the money compartment?”
“No. Just the inside guard.”
“Do you have a key?”
“No, I do not. The only other key is in the master vault and only the garage supervisor has access to it.”
“Thank you, Miss Lindler,” Captain Franks said. “Now, going back to yesterday morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Which of the guards carried the money into that particular truck?”
“Frankly, I don’t remember. I checked out twenty trucks yesterday morning. But I imagine it was Mike Kelly. Because of his seniority, he was chief of party.” She thought a moment. “No, I remember now — it was Tim. It had to be. At least he signed my receipt.”
The man from the District Attorney’s office asked, “And how are you protected, Miss Lindler? I mean how is it shown on the books that you have loaded X number of dollars on any particular truck?”
“We have a number of checks. The money I withdraw from the vault has to tally with my truck ledger. Then before I release a shipment, one of the guards has to sign a receipt verifying how much money I turned over to him.”
“Did you get such a receipt yesterday morning?”
“The truck couldn’t roll until I did.”
“Who signed it?”
“I just told you. Tim Kelly.”
The girl removed her glasses and wiped her eyes with a sodden wisp of linen and lace.
“You liked Kelly, didn’t you?” Daly asked.
“Very much,” the girl admitted. “He was the only one of the guards, the only man in the office for that matter, who didn’t treat me as if I was a computer with legs.” Tears rolled down her sallow cheeks faster than she could wipe them away. “He always had a smile for me and something friendly to say. Because I did him little favors, once he brought me a box of candy and another time he gave me some flowers.” She stopped trying to wipe away the tears. “And I hope that pretty spick bitch who gave him that chloral hydrate, and her husband, both go to the lethal chamber.”
Captain Franks
“How do you do.”
Captain Franks added, “You may have seen Mr. Daly before. He has his own show on Channel 15.”
“I watch it from time to time,” the girl said.
“Now will you please tell Mr. Daly where you work.”
“I work for the Ramsdale Armored Truck Company.”
“In what capacity?”
“I’m the garage division cashier and head tally clerk and have been for the past five years.”
“Just what do your duties entail?”
“Well, part of my job is to check the money into the trucks.”
“Did you check the money into the truck that was robbed?”
“I did.”
“Was it an unusually large amount?”
“No. Comparatively small. At times our trucks may carry up to several million dollars, but that particular run was more of a courtesy gesture to the new shopping plaza. Also to stock the bank with change.” Miss Lindler took a slip of paper from her purse and glanced at it to refresh her memory. “The exact figure was one hundred and seventy-eight thousand and eighty-nine. Five thousand, two hundred and forty of it in silver dollars, half dollars, quarters, dimes and nickles. Six hundred dollars in pennies. And the balance in one, five, ten, twenty, fifty and one hundred dollar bills.”
She laid the slip of paper on Captain Frank’s desk. He asked, “And how is this money handled, Miss Lindler? I mean from the vaults to the truck?”
“I take the money from the vault and make up the amounts requested by the individual stores on the route. Then I give it to one or more of the guards who put it into the truck. Then when the truck is ready to roll, the inside guard gets into the money compartment and locks the door before the garage doors are opened.”
“Is this procedure supervised?”
“Very strictly.”
Daly asked, “You say the inside guard gets into the money compartment and locks the door. How does he lock it?”
“With a key.”
“Do all the guards on the truck have keys to the money compartment?”
“No. Just the inside guard.”
“Do you have a key?”
“No, I do not. The only other key is in the master vault and only the garage supervisor has access to it.”
“Thank you, Miss Lindler,” Captain Franks said. “Now, going back to yesterday morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Which of the guards carried the money into that particular truck?”
“Frankly, I don’t remember. I checked out twenty trucks yesterday morning. But I imagine it was Mike Kelly. Because of his seniority, he was chief of party.” She thought a moment. “No, I remember now — it was Tim. It had to be. At least he signed my receipt.”
The man from the District Attorney’s office asked, “And how are you protected, Miss Lindler? I mean how is it shown on the books that you have loaded X number of dollars on any particular truck?”
“We have a number of checks. The money I withdraw from the vault has to tally with my truck ledger. Then before I release a shipment, one of the guards has to sign a receipt verifying how much money I turned over to him.”
“Did you get such a receipt yesterday morning?”
“The truck couldn’t roll until I did.”
“Who signed it?”
“I just told you. Tim Kelly.”
The girl removed her glasses and wiped her eyes with a sodden wisp of linen and lace.
“You liked Kelly, didn’t you?” Daly asked.
“Very much,” the girl admitted. “He was the only one of the guards, the only man in the office for that matter, who didn’t treat me as if I was a computer with legs.” Tears rolled down her sallow cheeks faster than she could wipe them away. “He always had a smile for me and something friendly to say. Because I did him little favors, once he brought me a box of candy and another time he gave me some flowers.” She stopped trying to wipe away the tears. “And I hope that pretty spick bitch who gave him that chloral hydrate, and her husband, both go to the lethal chamber.”
Captain Franks
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