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Five of the windows in the office of T. Mellon & Sons are made of opaque, leaded glass which shuts out the contradictions of Pittsburgh's ugly business district. But a sixth window of clear glass opens like an eye in the blackened granite face of the old Union Trust Co. building on Grant Street, from which the Mellons run their family interests. In this window, at odd moments over the past fortnight, appeared an erect, grey-haired man in a well-tailored suit. Richard King Mellon was looking down into a large hole...
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