Everyone in Pottsville liked Squire Tubbs, the banker. They not only liked the overweight, genial old man who laughed so easily - they trusted him. But Tubbs was worried, and apprehension showed in every line on his face as he hurried on foot through the moonlight this evening. He glanced over his shoulder several times to make sure no-one had seen him, as he made his way toward a small shack outside of town...