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A strange scene met the eyes of the Inspector when he entered the Bank half an hour later. Already some whisper of disaster had spread through the town. A couple of policemen were standing in front of the building, and a crowd of people were jostling, pushing, questioning and exclaiming in various keys of inquiry and horror.
In the office, where the constable had first discovered him, lay the body of the genial, kindly manager, who in popular parlance had been "iv'ry one's friend an' niver the hard wurrd for anybody." Alas! No word, hard or soft, would ever pass those silent lips again.