From the very first day at the bank I had expected to be"held up". They furnished me with a heavy vault inside was a safe that was a good delayed timer, so I could set it up so no one could get in it for about one half hour. At first it was so difficult to anticipate the needs in the amount of cash needed to be out. One Monday morning in the summer (of 1963), the big deposits from the summer hotels came in. I was putting away this large amount of cash at 10:15 I was back to the wicket kneeling down. Someone came to the window so I flipped the dial on the safe so no one could get in for at least 1/2 hour. When I turned around I was looking into a .38 revolver. He said fill up the bag so I stacked it up as I was used to doing , he said hurry up, I didn't argue with him. As I had out mostly one dollar bills it looked good and like a lot of money. He grabbed it and told me to get on the floor. He left and got in a car and went up the hill ( I think). I first called the State Police and than called the Rumford Office. I did not think that I was a prime subject. The FBI told me to stick around my home but that Thursday my wife and I went up to Roxbury Pond to see her brother. The next day the officer told me when we left and the time we returned home. It looked like a lot of money; actually I was elated they only got $966.00 which I was glad for at least my diligence in keeping my cash low paid off. The alert police officer talked with a suspect and found out from him where the other man was. He was in Old Orchard Beach with a girl. They found most of the money in the glovebox of a car. As they were swimming the police took all their clothes. That must has been quite a surprise when they returned back to the cabin.