Donovan made a grimace of disgust.
“No one ever sees nothing in this town. No one knows nothing, either.”
He gave the two men a long, hard stare, then walked across the hall to the messenger.
“Phew!” Parker said. “Nice guy. I wouldn’t like to be third-degree’d by him, would you?”
“I guess not,” Ken said, his knees weak.
“I handled him rather well, don’t you think?”
“Isn’t it a little early to talk like that?” Ken returned.
They both watched Donovan as he talked to the messenger, then, nodding curtly, Donovan left the bank.
“It’s a bad business,” Parker said soberly. “They wouldn’t have sent that sergeant here so fast unless there was something serious. My God! What an escape I’ve had!”