Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 7, 1928 — page 70: what you’re looking at

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Fair Exchange They wanted to put the o!d bank president out of his job, because they thought he couldn’t handle crooks HERE was an air of tension in the large, mahogany furnished directors’ room on the mezzanine floor of the Benton City National Bank. James Hilton, chairman of the board of directors, a tall, stringy man with lean face and large, hawklike nose, rubbed his chin nervously as Mark Burroughs, who served as secretary, called the roll: “ Samuel Louderback?” “ Present,” came a booming voice. The speaker was over six feet tall, and as he shifted in his chair his massive shoulder muscles were sharply out- lined. * Arthur. Hannibal?” “Right.” Hannibal’s voice was sharp and squeaky, fitting in admirably with his wizened up face and scrawny figure. “Cyrus Brewer?” “ Brewer phoned me he wouldn’t be able to get here,’ said Hilton. “ He’s down with another attack of rheuma- tism.”’ The secretary made a note in the minute book, then mumbled: “ Majority of the board present.”’ By ERIC HEATH Chairman Hilton arose, and for a brief moment eyed the men before him, then said: “Gentlemen, I feel that it has reached the time when I will have to bring up a subject that causes me a great deal of sorrow. And yet, in justice to our shareholders and our- selves, as well as the community at large, I believe it my duty to do so. I refer to our president and absent di- rector, Colonel Cyrus Brewer.” The three men seated around the polished mahogany table turned ques- tioning looks in his direction. 216 r EOPNICGLOOOKS (E@)