 Who seems to be the only person that Orison seems to trust at the bank?
The First Vice-President was a cool cat—the elevator and the money operators all wore earmuffs—was just as phony as a three-dollar bill! Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] I The First Vice-President of the William Howard Taft National Bank and Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying for a job, was not at all the public picture of a banker. His suit of hound's-tooth checks, the scarlet vest peeping above the vee of his jacket, were enough to assure Orison that the Taft Bank was a curious bank indeed. "I gotta say, chick, these references of yours really swing," said the Vice-President, Mr. Wanji. Mr. Wanji returned to Orison her letters of reference. "You're worth more'n that, just to jazz up the decor," Mr. Wanji said. "What you say we pass you a cee-and-a-half a week. "One each, a Franklin and a Grant," he explained further. "Sister, you gonna work in a bank, you gotta know who's picture's on the paper. "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. Mr. Wanji grabbed Orison's right hand and shook it with athletic vigor. "You just now joined up with our herd. The uniformed operator nodded to Mr. Wanji, bowed slightly to Orison. "Lift us to five, Mac," Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison, "You can make the Taft Bank scene anywhere between the street floor and floor five. "Yes, sir," Orison said. The elevator opened on five to a tiny office, just large enough to hold a single desk and two chairs. Beside them was a double-decked "In" and "Out" basket. "Here's where you'll do your nine-to-five, honey," Mr. Wanji said.
 Dink Gerding
 Dink Gerding  Kraft Gerding  no one - they all seem suspicious  Auga Vingt