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Show The Fiction TERRY, THE FOX RichardHj Corner fascination. To their utter astonishment as-tonishment they saw the two bandits turn at the bank door without entering, rush back to the car, pile into it and drive away. 'TT ALL happened within sec- onds. For a moment or two the loungers sat transfixed. Then of one accord they leaped up, raced across the street and entered the bank. Terry Oakes was talking on the telephone. He hung up and smiled at them. " 'Two to one,' he said calmly, 'Sheriff Irons picks up Duke and his gang at Jepson Corners. I Just phoned him.' He looked from one pop-eyed citizen to another. 'No harm done, boys. They didn't even get in.' " 'But why didn't to! happened?' "Terry grinned broii Insabato knows small'; was a small-town be? That's why he picked i do his hold-upplng. E. lunch. " "That's whers I to Terry paused to chuckle toward the front door. Duke knows small tow wise he might not ban stock In my sign.' "The bewildered clto toward it and read. R little dazed, and not quid stand. "The sign read: Out to Lunch. Ketc Hour.' " , , Y0U CAN'T FOOL an old fox I like Terry Oakes," Anse Aetell was saying. "Not even if you're the smartest bank robber and gangster in the country." He chuckled, reflecting on the story he was about to tell. "Glenville was pretty well wrought up that summer. In June government agents came through, warning all the small town banks in the countryside to be on the lookout, look-out, and advising what to do. Duke Insabato and a couple of his henchmen, hench-men, driven I from their 3 -Minute haunts in the Fiction large ei,ies by I a concentrated effort of local and federal agents who were dead set on bringing an end to the current cur-rent wave of crime, were hiding out in the sticks and whiling the time away by staging spectacular daylight hold-ups of small town banks. "The trouble was that no one knew where the varmints would strike net. Duke Insabato was smart. Me understood small towns because he was brought up in one and, he chose as the object of his pilfering banks that were pretty well Isolated and unprotected. "June passed and part of July. Gradually the fear of Glenville citizens citi-zens began to subside. Only one other small town bank had been held up, and that more than 150 miles away. The depositors who had withdrawn their accounts reestablished re-established them. "Terry Oakes, the trust company president, didn't gloat. He was an old-timer at the game and he understood un-derstood human nature. Early in June he'd had some signs printed and hung around the lobby of the bank. Such things as 'Save for Your Old Age,' 'Deposit with Us and Your Money Will Be Safe' The citizens smiled a little. Terry was trying to reassure them. One other sign was printed and inserted behind the glass in the front door This, too, amused them, but it didn't annoy them any. "On July 15 the quietude of Glen-ville's Glen-ville's main street was abruptly and harshly interrupted. A hiKh-p0W. ! ered black sedan suddenly ap-peared ap-peared at the town's south entrance, en-trance, roared down on the bank and came to an abrupt halt. Louna-ers Louna-ers in front of the General Store jerked erect. Three men had leaped from the car. Two of them, one carrying a machine gun, ran toward to-ward the bank. The third staved on the curb, a second machme gun nestling m his arm. "The loungers, pop-eyed and fr.ehtened. at, hod in ktupi(, |