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Updated: June 12, 2025
Who brought me in here?" "We got you out of the bank vault and brought you here by the way of Britt's private passage." Vaniman seemed to find that statement unconvincing. "He didn't know about that passage," stammered the president. "I I never bothered to speak about it. I suppose I ought to have told you, Frank. That cement panel is a door with the handle on this side."
She could not hide her apprehensiveness. "I'm going to hold myself in, dear! Don't be worried. But it's best for me to see him alone." He waited until she had gone into the bank office. He did not bother to knock on Britt's door. When he twisted the handle he found that the door was locked. He called, but Britt did not reply. He put his mouth close to the door. "Mr.
The native carriers were leaving the grounds, when Britt's shrill whistle brought them to a standstill. No word of the ensuing conversation reached the ears of the two white men on the balcony, but the pantomime was most entertaining. Britt's stocky figure advanced to the very heart of the group. It was quite evident that his opening sentences were listened to impassively.
Britt claimed the honor of having shot a black on that occasion, for the crime of disobeying Mr. Britt's imperative 'Stop. And Mr. Ashurst, of Edenton, Georgia, told me that a neighbor of his 'fired at a likely negro boy of his mother, because the said boy encroached upon his premises." Mr. DAVID HAWLEY, a class leader in the Methodist Episcopal Church at St.
"It's your move, Vaniman." "I haven't agreed to sit in at that kind of a game," stated the young man, firmly. "But you'll have to admit that I'm playing mighty fair," insisted the examiner. "When we talked in Britt's office, you and I agreed that it wasn't likely that a chap would run risks or commit suicide by shutting himself up in a bank vault with a time lock on.
The girl's disclaimer of personal interest in Britt's ambitions did not soften his rancorous determination to make the voters of Egypt suffer for the stand they had taken suffer to the bitter limit to which unrelenting persecution could drive them. He gritted his teeth and raved aloud. "From now on! From now on! Anything short of murder to show 'em! And as for that girl if there's somebody "
But she was not prepared for what did happen. She did not understand Britt's mental state of that moment. Mr. Britt, himself, did not understand. He had never been up against conditions of that sort. He had not had time to fix his face and his mood, as he did daily before the mirror in his bedroom.
He was considerably piqued by Britt's apparent failure to get interested, although the banker was making considerable of an effort to return suitable replies when the inventor pinned him to answers. "Suppose I go over the whole plan again, from the start," suggested Harnden. "Joe, Mr. Britt looks real tired," protested Mrs. Harnden from the chimney corner.
Vaniman knew that appeal and protest would be futile realizing the full extent of Britt's effrontery. However, in his amazement he began to rail at the president. Britt broke in on the anathema. "I was not nigh the bank that night. I was asleep in my own house. You'd better not try any such ridiculous story in court it will spoil any defense Hexter may manage to put up for you.
He scrambled forward in the van and made a hasty survey of the situation. Britt was stretched on the ground. The two convicts were kneeling side by side, bending over their captive, and the short man was still plying Britt with questions. Their backs were toward the man in the van. Wagg was kneeling at Britt's feet, holding the carriage lamp, shielding the flare with a curved palm.
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