Chapter 37 COLD CASH

"July, August and September-an endless number of Julys, Augusts and Septembers as futile as these last three months have been. That's my future, I suppose-if I go on with it," Baird said to himself. He had just come up through the Mine Banks Road, had crossed the County Road, and had turned into the long winding approach to Westmore.

Baird drew