"The chances are that there is going to be a lot of investigation going on around here. I am going to sell out and leave the country."
"Now, don't get scared and go to telling anything."
"I'm not telling, but I'm going to go while the going is good."
McBryan left the room. The sound of his footsteps had scarcely died away when the banker's office door opened and someone entered without knocking. The banker was surprised, and a cold chill ran down his spinal column, when he looked up and saw Dan Brown, the new sheriff, standing before him.
"How do you do, Mr. Stover?"
"Our new sheriff, I believe," said Stover, great drops of perspiration coming out on his forehead.
"Mr. Stover, I'll have to trouble you to come with me. I have a warrant for you."
"A warrant for me?" Stover was now rubbing his hands together violently.
"Yes, for you."
"What's the charge?"