author - "Alice MacGowan"
e 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." A description of Edward Clayte? Every man at the table--even old Sillsbee--sat up and opened
e 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." A description of Edward Clayte? Every man at the table--even old Sillsbee--sat up and opened