29

BELL’S TRAIN GOT HIM INTO SAN FRANCISCO AT EIGHT o’clock in the morning. By nine, he was meeting with Carter, Bronson, and five of his agents.

Everyone was seated around a large conference table that was twice as large as the one in the office in Denver. Bell was dead tired, and his wounds still gave him trouble, but he ignored the pain, as he had with earlier injuries, and soldiered on.

“Gentlemen,” he began, “now that our number one suspect for the Butcher Bandit is Jacob Cromwell, we are going to put him and his sister, Margaret, under twenty-four-hour surveillance.”

“That means their every movement outside their palace on Nob Hill,” added Bronson.

One agent held up a hand. “Sir, we’ll need photos for identification, since most of us have no idea of what they look like.”

Bronson picked up a bulky file on the table. “Photographs of them were taken while they were out and about town.”

“Who took them?” asked Bell.

Bronson smiled and nodded at one of his agents across the table. “Dick Crawford here is an ace photographer.”

“Didn’t the Cromwells get suspicious about a photographer following them around, shooting their picture?” asked Carter.

Bronson nodded at Crawford. “Dick, tell everyone how you pulled it off without them getting wise.”

Crawford had a narrow saturnine face with a small jaw and bushy eyebrows beneath a bald head. A serious man, he did not show any humorous disposition. “I wore coveralls and carried a toolbox with a small hole cut out in one end for the camera lens. All I had to do was reach into the box to adjust the focus and shoot their picture. They didn’t have a clue and never so much as gave me a glance.” He then set a small camera on the table and explained its application. “What you see is a Kodak Quick Focus box camera that takes postcard-sized images.”

As Crawford talked, Bronson passed out photos of Jacob and Margaret Cromwell.

“You will note that the photos are remarkably sharp and distinct,” Crawford continued. “The unique feature of the camera is that, unlike other cameras with a set focus, I could set the distance using the small wheel you see on the side. Then all I had to do was press a button and the front of the lens would pop out to the correct distance for exposure.”

Everyone studied the photos. They showed the Cromwells, individually or together, walking down the street, coming out of stores and restaurants. Several photos were of Jacob Cromwell entering and exiting his bank. Two showed him speaking at the opening of his sanitarium for the elderly. Crawford even followed them to Lafayette Park and shot them walking along a path. Bell was particularly interested in the pictures showing Margaret behind the wheel of an exotic-looking car.

“A Mercedes Simplex,” he said admiringly. “The Cromwells have good taste in automobiles.”

Bronson examined the photos showing the car. “It looks expensive. How fast will it go?”