The fog had come in the night, one of those chowder-thick, chill wet shrouds from the sea that Maine men,, call "dungeon fogs." Casco Bay sailors stayed indoors. As Paul Thurston, president of the Rumford Falls Trust Co., Rumford, Me., walked into his office he had noticed empty desks, typewriters silent that should have been clicking. His secretary, Leila Sanders, was not in her place. Albert Melanson, Bessie Strople, Elizabeth Howard had not appeared for work, had sent no word.
When telephones in the bank began to ring, Mr. Thurston began to put...
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