Roy Norton, The Box (1920)
“ He knew that the hardest job of all, far harder than getting his hands on the loot, would be to dispose of it in some way until things blew over; to land it in some place where it could be recovered when it was safe for him to get away. It was to be a tremendous haul, because—make no mistake!—a single job paying a hundred and eighty-five thousand isn’t common by any means. The common, or garden crook, blunders by stealing new bank notes that he tries to change. He can’t resist the sight and feel of new money. ”
