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Updated: June 19, 2025
I read: "Edward Clayte; height about five feet seven or eight; weight between one hundred and forty and one hundred and fifty pounds; age somewhere around forty; smooth face; medium complexion, fairish; brown hair; light eyes; apparently commonplace features; dressed neatly in blue business suit, black shoes, black derby hat " "Wait a minute," interposed Knapp.
With her there was no blind stumbling over Worth's motive in buying a suitcase sight unseen. I had guessed, but she understood completely and unquestioningly. When he had finished, she said solemnly, "You know, don't you, that, if you've got your facts right if these things you've told me are square, even cubes of fact they prove Clayte among the wonderful men of the world?"
Quiet he had been before; but never considerate like this. When I rushed up to him with my triumph and congratulations, and he put them aside, it was with a curious gentleness. "Yes, yes, Jerry; I know. Vandeman turned out to be Clayte." Then, noticing my bewilderment, "You see, Jim let it slip that Barbara's hurt. Where is she?" And Edwards leaned around to explain.
A description of Edward Clayte? Every man at the table even old Sillsbee sat up and opened his mouth to give one; but Knapp beat them to it, with, "Clayte's worked in this bank eight years. We all know him. You can get just as many good descriptions as there are people on our payroll or directors in this room and plenty more at the St. Dunstan, I'll be bound." "You think so?" I said wearily.
"Nothing to go on in the way of a description of Clayte," I tried to help her out. "I'd call that one we had of him as near nothing as it well could be." "Yes, the nothingness of it was one of my facts," she said, and stopped. "Let's hear what you did get, Bobs," Worth prompted; and Skeet giggled, half under her breath, "Speech! Speech!"
"Why don't you?" Vandeman gave passing attention. She shook her head and put it. "Skeels, at liberty, was quite possibly Clayte; Skeels captured cannot be Clayte. Mr. Boyne, do you call that a paradox?" "No an unkind slam at a poor old man's ability in his profession.
She offered me a wire hairpin, straightened out, and with it I pushed the hasp into place from outside, saw the lever snap in to hold it fast. I had worked the catch as Clayte had worked it from outside. "How did you know it was this window?" I asked, forced to agree that she had guessed right as to the sash lock. "There are two more here, either of which " "No, please, Mr. Boyne.
"You called the turn when you spoke of him as a zero. There are digits to be added, but they're the gang that planned and helped and used zero Clayte as their tool. You're talking of those digits, not Clayte." "I believe Bobs'll find them for you, Jerry if you'll let her," said Worth. "Oh, I'll let anybody do anything" a bit nettled.
He'd had no time to make a real getaway. All I needed to lay hands on him was a good description." "Description?" echoed Whipple. "Your agency's got descriptions on file thumb prints photographs of every employee of this bank." "Every one of 'em but Clayte," I said. "When I came to look up the files, there wasn't a thing on him. Don't think I ever laid eyes on the man myself."
No matter; the criminal himself was here Barbara's wonder man. It was to him I spoke. "Edward Clayte," at the name, Cummings clanked around front to stare. "I hold a warrant for your arrest for the theft of nine hundred and eighty seven thousand dollars from the Van Ness Avenue Savings Bank of San Francisco."
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