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Show 60 Hyrum felt the room beginning to spin. Welcoming the onslaught of darkness, he began to weave around. "This man is ill!" Lathrop drew attention to Hyrum and away from the drawer. "He didn't seem so ill when we walked in here," noted the bull who was holding fast to the drawer handle. "Take a good look at him and you will see how ill he is," demanded Lathrop. Ignoring Lathrop's demand, the bull opened the drawer all the way. Hyrum fainted dead away. The Stationers' men walked to Hyrum's side to see if his faint was real or pretended. They looked at one another in silent acknowledgment that it was real all right. "Do you have any smelling salts?" one demanded of the other. "Never had anyone faint on us before," he shook his head in the negative. Without drawing attention to himself, Lathrop slowly pushed the drawer closed and stood in front of it hoping the men would forget about it. "This is most unusual...." One turned to the o ther . "What's unusual is your bullishness," remarked |