Driving rebelliously homeward, beautiful, callous Jane Palmer told her ex-Navy flier husband, attractive, mild Alan, now clerking in a small bank, that she was leaving him. Fearing he would wreck the car, she reached for the ignition key, but turned off the headlights. This apparently was a signal; a bag holding a large sum of money was thrown into their car from another car which passed them. Jane decided they would keep the money, and she would stay with Alan. Alan, however, at first wanted to call the police; he weakened the next day and decided to hold the money for a time. He checked the bag at the Union Station, said a few words, which Jane could not hear, to the attendant, and put the check in his topcoat pocket, from which it dropped into the lining. They breakfasted with Alan's pleasant sister, Katherine, who noticed that a mysterious constraint had come between them. Later, Alan grew fearful gain; he insisted that the bag be sent to the police with a note, and Jane was filled with fury.
Driving rebelliously homeward, beautiful, callous Jane Palmer told her ex-Navy flier husband, attractive, mild Alan, now clerking in a small bank, that she was leaving him. Fearing he would wreck the car, she reached for the ignition key, but turned off the headlights. This apparently was a signal; a bag holding a large sum of money was thrown into their car from another car which passed them. Jane decided they would keep the money, and she would stay with Alan. Alan, however, at first wanted to call the police; he weakened the next day and decided to hold the money for a time. He checked the bag at the Union Station, said a few words, which Jane could not hear, to the attendant, and put the check in his topcoat pocket, from which it dropped into the lining. They breakfasted with Alan's pleasant sister, Katherine, who noticed that a mysterious constraint had come between them. Later, Alan grew fearful gain; he insisted that the bag be sent to the police with a note, and Jane was filled with fury.
