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Updated: June 12, 2025
"It's been a hard day for me in the bank I'm nervous I think a walk will do me good." He rushed into the hallway without waiting for any reply. He put on his cap and finished pulling on his overcoat when he was outside the house. His first impulse was to stride away from the village go out along the country road to avoid the men who scowled at him as Britt's right-hand servitor.
"It's Vaniman," he reported, huskily. "He's lying against this door. I can't push it any further. He's wedged against the front of the vault." Then Starr lighted a match. He noted that the space above the door was too narrow for his bulk or Britt's. "Go tell the guard to send in a chap that's slim and spry," the examiner commanded the girl. "We've got to boost somebody in over that door."
He was Stickney, a cattle buyer, and a minor stockholder in the bank. Mr. Britt, his eyes filmy with prolonged abstraction, hooked his chin over his shoulder and scowled on the intruder; a man bringing business into that office that day was an intruder, according to Mr. Britt's opinion.
"Let's have it. You've always got 'em. Why not divide with me?" "Can't do it just yet. I've been looking up a little matter. I'll spring it soon." "How long have you been working on the idea?" "Nearly four months," said Saunders, yawning. "'Gad, this climate is enervating," was Britt's caustic comment.
His wrists were crossed in front of him and were secured with a noose of tape. Starr picked up shears from Britt's desk and cut the tape. "Where's your doctor? Get him in here." "He lives in another part of the town. I didn't see him at the hall to-night," said Britt. "I'll send for him." But Vaniman began to show such promising symptoms that the president delayed the message.
Look hard at him, men!" They did look, though they did not comprehend what Britt's excited insistence signified. He pulled out a notebook and pencil and handed it to the nearest man. "Mark down two! Mark it down and all of you take due notice." The Prophet returned to the highway and came slowly pacing along toward the group. "All of you saw, did you?
The former took down the statement in shorthand and Bowles was afterward required to sign "his deposition." Such a statement as that, coming from the source it did, would be of inestimable value in Court. "If they could only be married in some way," was Britt's private lament to Saunders, from time to time, when despair overcame confidence. "I've got a ripping idea," Saunders said one day.
Why, that man we braced up to and asked where was Britt's boarding house, he seemed to have so much of his own business on his mind that he wasn't wondering a mite what our business with Britt might be." "Get busy!" said the other convict. "That business is only just beginning." There was a stir of feet. "Hold on!" It was the voice of Wagg, mumbling cautiously.
Harnden went out on the street and put himself in the way of hearing some gossip. Then he went directly back into Britt's office and shook hands with the money king, giving Mr. Britt an arch look which suggested that Mr. Harnden knew a whole lot that he was not going to talk about right then.
Britt's stocky figure came down through the maze of halls, across the vine-covered bridge and into the midst of a transaction which involved perhaps a hundred thousand pounds in rubies. "Say," he said, without ceremony, "the Enemy's in trouble. Bowles just telephoned. There's a lot of excitement in the town. I don't know what to make of it."
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