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"We're a pack of asinine blunderers, Landis!" Mr. Buehlor looked foolish. Then he sighed relievedly. "That clears matters for you. I'm glad. I couldn't conceive of you as anything but honest, Landis. But tell me about that legacy a pretty nice sum." "It's a romantic little story.
His head was held erect, his step determined, as he opened the swinging door of the bank and entered. "What Landis, you back?" Mr. Buehlor greeted him, while the quizzical eyes of the old man looked into those of the younger. "I'm back and I'm back to get this hideous riddle solved and the slate washed clean." "Come in, come in!" Mr. Buehlor drew him into a little room and closed the door.
The old man extended his hand and looked humbly into the face of Martin. The two gripped hands, each feeling emotion too great for words. After a moment's silence Mr. Buehlor spoke. "This goes no farther. Your reputation is as safe as mine. If I have anything to say you'll be eligible for the first vacancy in the line of advancement.
But the emblem of good luck must have soon lost its potency. The bank force was surprised one day by an unexpected examination of the books. "What's the trouble?" asked Martin of another worker in the bank. "I don't know. Ask old Buehlor. He acts as though he knew." Martin approached the gray-haired president, who was stamping about his place like an angry dog on leash. "Anything the matter, sir?
"Sit down, Landis." "Well, how much is the bank short?" He looked straight into the eyes of the man who, several hours before, had dealt him such a death-blow. "So far everything is right, right as rain! There's a mistake or a damnable dirty trick somewhere." "Let's sift it out, Mr. Buehlor. Will you tell me who had the 'inside information' that I was taking bank's money?" "I'll tell you!
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