It was almost five o'clock and there was a last minute bustle on Wakefield's main street where people were hurrying through their shopping, shopkeepers were adding up the days receipts and waitresses were busy preparing for the dinner rush. But in David Bowman's bank, there was silence. The money taken in during the day had been put away into the vaults, statements were filed, typewriters, so noisy during the day, were neatly shrouded in their covers. Everyone had gone home - well almost everyone...