Philander Hunt, manager of the Good Advice Savings and Loan, sprinted out onto the sidewalk, almost tripping on the tails of his vintage morning coat, which had been tailored for a much larger man. His voice cracked like a clarinet with a split reed. “The bank’s been robbed!” The cry was unnecessary, since the four bandits were already in motion in front of the building, swinging into their saddles, shooting and shouting to clear their retreat; but the bank held the mortgages of half the town council, and it was thought politic to humor his theatrical ambitions. The real curtain-raiser