Summary
A marble-floored bank, all brass gates and hushed greed, becomes the stage for a pas de deux between predator and prey: Charles Shelby, cashier with manicured guilt, catches Helen Marsley’s wrist mid-pickpocket, yet instead of iron bars he offers her a ledger-lined limbo as stenographer to Frank Chevy, suave maestro of a larcenous orchestra. Helen—eyes like frost on a revolver—accepts, cloaked in the perfume of vengeance; her father’s death, chalked up to Chevy’s merry band, fuels every click of the hidden Dictaphone she plants beneath scarred mahogany. Night after night copper wires whisper embezzlement across Shelby’s ornate office while neon signs bleed onto rain-slick streets outside. The fraud ripens: a gargantuan overdraft, ink still wet, poised to vacuum the vault. Helen’s fingertip hovers above the telephone—one ring and bluecoats avalanche in. Shame floods Shelby faster than any teller’s cage can empty; he retreats to the velvet gloom of the safety-deposit corridor, raises a snub-nosed equalizer, and silences both siren and future. Justice arrives wearing handcuffs, flashbulbs, and the metallic taste of closure—Helen’s father honored by the echo of iron doors slamming shut.
Synopsis
When bank teller Charles Shelby apprehends Helen Marsley as she attempts to pick his pocket, he threatens to have her arrested, but after the girl pleads poverty, Shelby relents and finds her a job as stenographer with Frank Chevy, the leader of a band of thieves with whom he has connections. In reality, Helen is working in conjunction with the police to hunt down the Chevy gang, whom she holds responsible for the death of her father. By means of a Dictaphone with hidden wires, Helen discovers that with Shelby's aid the gang plans to draw a large overdraft on the bank. Upon completion of the fraud, Helen notifies the police who arrive in time to arrest the thieves, and Shelby, disgraced, commits suicide rather than face prison. Thus, the crooks are brought to justice and Helen's father is avenged.
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