"Yes, sir," Sandy said. "Yes, sir." Pine ordered Miss Mary to get him a pencil and some paper.
"You see, son," he said, "no matter how important your business is, Mr. Tyler could not possibly see you now. He is on an urgent long-distance phone call to New York, and then I have an appointment with him, and then he is having a business luncheon with some members of the Federal Reserve at the Maryland Club. But I'll give him your note and you call back later in the day. You see, there is just no way he could find time to talk with you now. President Eisenhower himself could not get in to see Mr. Tyler this morning."
Sandy nodded, took the pencil from Miss Mary and, leaning over the desk to hide what he was writing, he printed:
"Dear Mr. Davis Tyler:
Do you want Baltimore Colt season ticket on 50-yard line?
I have 10.
Carefully sealing the envelope, he passed it on to Shipley Pine, and as soon as the guard saw that business done, he reached out and took Sandy by the elbow. Once out of the room, he went to a rougher hold alternately pushing and pulling Sandy along the corridor. "Leggo, man," Sandy protested, but this only encouraged the guard to be meaner. He made Sandy walk like a prisoner down the stairs, holding him by the back of his belt.
At last he released his hold, and Sandy took a first quick step toward the door. But he froze in the next instant, as did everyone in the bank, for from above came desperate screams and, behold, Miss Mary dashing along like a sprint man. She paused long enough at the top of the stairs to point a finger directly at Sandy and cry: "Stop him! Don't let that colored boy get away!" Sandy's mouth flew open. The guard who had just let him go leaped on him, knocking him to the floor, and others ran to the spot with drawn pistols. The guard pulled Sandy's left arm up behind his back as he lay there, forcing it higher and higher until Sandy thought it would break.
Miss Mary arrived, gasping, her tic galloping across her face, and without admonishing the guard, said: "I'm so glad you didn't get away. Mr. Tyler read your note and would like to see you."
"Leggo," Sandy cried.