"The cashier in? Young, isn't it?"
"Yes. Yes, he's in."
"See him a moment?"
"Yes."
I was certain that the voice did not belong to any of the bank employees in town; and yet it was familiar.
"Someone to see you, sir," I said, trying all the while to place the voice; and then, the resemblance suddenly dawning on me,
"Is Spencer John's family physician?"
"Yes. Why?" and the cashier started.
"I think it's he at the 'phone."
The cashier was in the telephone closet almost five minutes. When he came out he was white, and it was plain he had been undergoing very strong emotions, though the worst of them was evidently passed.