In chilly windswept Peterhead (pop. 15,000) on the North Sea shoulder of Scotland, four directors of the hauling firm of James Sutherland, Ltd. sat dourly at a table in Victoria Stables one day last week. Stout, sixtyish Board Chairman George Birnie Anderson was making a bitter fuss, complaining about the management of the firm's 100-odd busses and vans, of its 200 employes.
More and more bitter did the board chairman become. Suddenly from Victoria Stables rang a most un-British sound: a revolver shot, then another. White-faced, a clerk ran to the street shouting: "Something terrible has happened." To a hospital in...
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