It was the Burns quoter of last night. He was sitting behind the biggest desk in the open portion of the bank, and there was a sign on his desk.
The sign read, Malcolm S. Sutherland—President.
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy—the president of the bank! That showed the strata this subversion was reaching. Didn't the man realize what a risk he was taking?
In the drugstore he saw another of the faces he had seen last night. It was the man who had administered the hypodermic. He was talking to the druggist. Doak turned and went in.
"All right, Doctor," the druggist said. "I'll have it about one o'clock. Will that be all right?"
"Fine," the doctor said. He went out.
Doak bought a package of cigarettes. "Was that Doctor Ryan by any chance?"
"No. Doctor Helgeson. I don't recall a Doctor Ryan. Doctor Helgeson's the only medical doctor in town."
"This Ryan's a Ph.D." Doak said. "Senator Arnold told me about him. Beautiful day, isn't it?"