Chapters (27)
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Part Two
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- About the Author
“He doesn’t come in so much anymore, once a week or once every ten days. Last summer, he didn’t come in at all. When I saw him in September he was very tanned. I didn’t inquire where he had been, but it was obvious that it had been the beach. I’ll ask around for you, though, and see if he told anybody else.”
“We’d appreciate that. Keep it among the personnel. Unless we call you in the meantime, give us a ring when he comes in.”
Schoenstein had the information from the membership card. Felix Tesla, twenty-six, born in Winnipeg. At the rooming house the detectives learned that Tesla had moved out last June and had left no forwarding address. He had not had a car. Nothing unusual had been noticed about him. Leland asked about the condition of his sheets. The landlady had no way of knowing, because she subscribed to a linen service and the tenants delivered their dirty sheets in little muslin bags.
The telephone company had no numbers, public or unlisted, for Felix Tesla. At a newsstand Leland bought copies of all the weight-lifting and muscle-building magazines and returned to the YMCA. Frederick Jensen saw Tesla in none of them. Leland called the public library. It did not collect issues of the magazines he had in mind. The detectives returned to the squad room.
By nine o’clock every gymnasium, YMCA, and health club had been covered, and Tesla’s was the single name that had been drawn. Richardson approved, for the morning, long-distance calls to the magazine publishers to see about files on Felix Tesla, and perhaps a return address.
Leland did not attempt to go home until midnight. Herbert Davis made no additional comment. Leland read the papers, which had treated him kindly. There was no mention of his private life. One editorial, in the Herald, which was reasonable but colorless, assured its readers that the police were making progress. No editorial criticized Davis, but Leland had not expected it. Leland went home approximately satisfied, for another idea about the case had begun to develop for him.
The telephone calls to the magazines produced two files with photographs. The most recent address was of no help to the police in their search for Tesla, but it settled another, more important question. The address was Leikman’s, and it fixed Tesla positively as the man who had lived with Leikman to the time of his death. Leland asked the magazine publishers to deliver the photographs to the police headquarters in their respective cities for transmission by radio to Port Smith.