Lot of stitch-ups in the pub game. Some bloke wants to get rid of his pub, finds some mark who thinks he can run one – “hell, it’s a pub for gods sake, can’t be too hard” - juggles the books a bit, mentions sotto voce the thousands in cash that he’s been sliding off the slate, and, hold my beer, he’s got a buyer. Who pretty soon finds out he’s been stitched up. Often the new fella soldiers on, sometimes he just cuts his losses and disappears one night, and sometimes he, or she fights back. Torrens Creek’s Exchange hotel’s schooner glass of history carries just such an impurity where the stiffed buyer who got conned into purchasing it in 1938, took the vendor to the Supreme Court in Townsville and for 5 days fought his case. The place is a tick over 150kms west of Charters Towers on the Flinders, and a bit less than 100kms east of Hughenden. (If anyone out there has anything good to say about Hughie, please let me know.) Anyway, Tor...