Bailey, a storekeeper, and Mr. Beane, the Groveton lawyer.
Miss Sprague entered the bank and went up to the little
window presided over by the paying-teller.
"Is Squire Duncan in the bank?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss Sprague."
"I would like to speak with him."
"That is impossible. He is presiding at a directors' meeting."
"Still, I would like to see him," persisted Melinda.
"You will have to wait," said the paying-teller, coldly.
He had no particular respect or regard for Miss Sprague,
being quite familiar with her general reputation as a gossip
and busybody.
"I think he would like to see me," said Melinda, nodding her
head with mysterious significance. "There has been a robbery
at the bank, hasn't there?"
"Do you know anything about it, Miss Sprague?" demanded
the teller, in surprise.
"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't; but I've got a secret to tell
to Squire Duncan."
"I don't believe it amounts to anything," thought the teller.
"Well, I will speak to Squire Duncan," he said aloud.
He went to the door of the directors' room, and after a brief
conference with Prince Duncan he returned with the message,
"You may go in, Miss Sprague.
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