The Circular Staircase -- Chapter XXVIII
CHAPTER XXVIII: A Tramp and the Toothache
The bitterness toward the dead president of the Traders’ Bank seemed to grow with time. Never popular, his memory was execrated by people who had lost nothing, but who were filled with disgust by constantly hearing new stories of the man’s grasping avarice. The Traders’ had been a favorite bank for small tradespe…
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