CHAPTER 1
The House in Turk Street
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I had been told that the man for whom I was hunting lived in a certain Turk Street block, but my informant hadn't been able to give me his house number. Thus it came about that late one rainy afternoon I was canvassing this certain block, ringing each bell, and reciting a myth that went like this:
"I'm from the law office of Wellington and Berkeley. One of our clients -- an elderly lady -- was thrown from the rear platform of a street car last week and severely injured. Among those who witnessed the accident, was a young man whose name we don't know. But we have been told that he lives in this neighborhood. " Then I would describe the man I wanted, and wind up: "Do you know of anyone who looks like that?"