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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
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that some late stayer. might giye him a tip ; and more than one worried official was staying long after hours planning how they might weather the next day's storm.
It was late when Jim entered a cafe for a cup of coffee and a sandwich, and as he slowly sipped the coffee he was conscious that men at the next table were discussing matters of importance, tho they spoke so low that even Jim's sharp ears could not catch what was said.
It was enough for him that one of the men was Taylor, the president of the Consolidated Trust Co., so he listened; and when they went out Connors followed, stopping a moment to pick up a paper that had fluttered to the floor beside their table.
Almost stealthily they entered the side door of the bank and the door closed upon them. Jim could not see thru the frosted glass, and after a moment's inspection of the paper, which represented nothing to him,
he decided upon a bold stroke and loudly rapped upon the door.
With the explanation that he had a paper belonging to Taylor he brushed past the night watchman and entered the Director's room. His appearance was timely, for the loss of the paper had just been discovered, and Taylor was turning his pockets inside out in the hope that it might yet be found . concealed among the other bulky papers that he carried.
He breathed a sigh of relief as Jim handed him the paper, and for a moment the men forgot his presence as they discussed the loss of the sheet, each seeking to blame the other for the negligence. The party had been joined by another, whom Jim recognized as the State Bank Examiner, and Jim realized that a big story was brewing. He realized that he would not be permitted to remain in the room much longer, and with quick movement he broke the end from a penholder and wedged it into the desk