Two weeks after the new attorney and sheriff were sworn into office a raid was made on five houses where liquor was being sold. The raid was made by the sheriff's force, unbeknown to the mayor and chief of police. Much liquor was confiscated and destroyed, the proprietors arrested and the following morning given a speedy trial and a long jail sentence. When Hennesy found himself in jail he called for the county attorney and made affidavit that the mayor and chief of police patronized his place. Within two hours after this affidavit was made the mayor and chief were given a chance to resign or face ouster proceedings. They preferred to resign. About one o'clock on this memorable day when Wilford Springs awoke to the realization of the fact that 'a clean-up' was on, Pat McBryan came to Stover's office. "I guess we're in for it," he said. "What's up now, Pat?" Stover asked, "nothing serious, is there? Nothing really to worry about." "Hell's just broke loose, that's all. Of course, that's nothing to worry about." "What do you mean?" "I just heard that both Clark and Roberts have resigned." "What's the matter with them?" "Hennesy squealed." "That's bad," said Stover, rubbing his hands together. "Bad? It's hell." "I'm going over to my office and write out my resignation as commissioner at once." "Why so?" "The chances are that there is going to be a lot of investigation going on around here. I am going to sell out and leave the country." "Now, don't get scared and go to telling anything." "I'm not telling, but I'm going to go while the going is good." McBryan left the room. The sound of his footsteps had scarcely died away when the banker's office door opened and someone entered without knocking. The banker was surprised, and a cold chill ran down his spinal column, when he looked up and saw Dan Brown, the new sheriff, standing before him. "How do you do, Mr. Stover?" "Our new sheriff, I believe," said Stover, great drops of perspiration coming out on his forehead. "Mr. Stover, I'll have to trouble you to come with me. I have a warrant for you." "A warrant for me?" Stover was now rubbing his hands together violently. "Yes, for you." "What's the charge?" "Forgery and obtaining money fraudulently." "Who is the complaining witness?" "You come on and when we get to the court house you can go into the office of the clerk of the district court and read the entire charge." About an hour later, after Stover had been released on bond, he called Harold King over the 'phone. "Is this King?" he asked. "Yes, this is King." "I wish you would come down to my office. I want to see you." "If you want to see me it will be necessary to come to my office." Stover hung up the receiver and muttered, "The insolent puppy." However, he grabbed his hat and started for King's office without a moment's delay.