Constance Dunlap | Page 5

The Reynolds firm was a big one,
doing big transactions. He slipped the check into his pocket. The check
might have been stolen in the mail. Why not?
The journey uptown was most excruciatingly long, in spite of the fact
that he had met no one he knew either at the office or outside. At last he

arrived home, to find Constance waiting anxiously.
"Did you get a check?" she asked, hardly waiting for his reply. "Let me
see it. Give it to me."
The coolness with which she went about it amazed him. "It has the
amount punched on it with a check punch," she observed as she ran her
quick eye over it while he explained his plan. "We'll have to fill up
some of those holes made by the punch."
"I know the kind they used," he answered. "I'll get one and a desk
check from the Gorham. You do the artistic work, my dear. My
knowledge of check punches, watermarks, and paper will furnish the
rest. I'll be back directly. Don't forget to call up the office a little before
the time I usually arrive there and tell them I am ill."
With her light-fingered touch she worked feverishly, partly with the
liquid ink eradicator, but mostly with the spun-glass eraser. First she
rubbed out the cents after the written figure "Twenty-five." Carefully
with a blunt instrument she smoothed down the roughened surface of
the paper so that the ink would not run in the fibers and blot. Over and
over she practised writing the "Thousand" in a hand like that on the
check. She already had the capital "T" in "Twenty" as a guide. During
the night in practising she had found that in raising checks only seven
capital letters were used--O in one, T in two, three, ten, and thousand, F
in four and five, S in six and seven, E in eight, N in nine and H in
hundred.
At last even her practice satisfied her. Then with a coolness born only
of desperation she wrote in the words, "Thousand 00/100." When she
had done it she stopped to wonder at herself. She was amazed and
perhaps a little frightened at how readily she adapted herself to the
crime of forgery. She did not know that it was one of the few crimes in
which women had proved themselves most proficient, though she felt
her own proficiency and native ability for copying.
Again the eraser came into play to remove the cents after the figure
"25." A comma and three zeros following it were inserted, followed by

a new "00/100." The signature was left untouched.
Erasing the name of "Green & Co.," presented greater difficulties, but it
was accomplished with as little loss of the protective coloring on the
surface of the check as possible. Then after the "Pay to the order of"
she wrote in, as her husband had directed, "The Carlton Realty Co."
Next came the water color to restore the protective tint where the glass
eraser and the acids had removed it. There was much delicate matching
of tints and careful painting in with a fine camel's hair brush, until at
last the color of those parts where there had been an erasure was
apparently as good as any other part.
Of course, under the microscope there could have been seen the angry
crisscrossing of the fibers of the paper due to the harsh action of the
acids and the glass eraser. Still, painting the whole thing over with a
little resinous liquid somewhat restored the glaze to the paper, at least
sufficiently to satisfy a cursory glance of the naked eye.
There remained the difficulty of the protective punch marks. There they
were, a star cut out of the check itself, a dollar sign and 25 followed by
another star.
She was still admiring her handiwork, giving it here and there a light
little fillip with the brush and comparing this check with some of those
which had been practised on last night, to see whether she had made
any improvement in her technique of forgery, when Carlton returned
with the punch and the blank checks on the Gorham Bank.
From one of the blank checks he punched out a number of little stars
until there was one which in watermark and scroll work corresponded
precisely with that punched out in the original check.
Constance, whose fingers had long been accustomed to fine work,
fitted in the little star after the $25, then took it out, moistened the
edges ever so lightly with glue on the end of a toothpick, and pasted it
back again. A hot iron completed the work of making the edges smooth
and unless a rather powerful glass had been used no one could have

seen the pasted-in