Bob Bailey

Well, of course it wouldn't.

But if he doesn't, don't you see it means not only his business, his wife, his children, but his own life.

I know, I know.

If it were me alone, a bachelor with nobody else to think about.

But with Adam, Johnny, he couldn't do it.

He might as well cut his own throat.

So we'll have to do something about it.

What, Johnny?

What can we do?

George, I wish I knew.

It was obvious this was to be more of a personal affair than business, in spite of the insurance policy involved.

So for once I decided to forget padding out the old expense account.

Okay, then.

Item 2, 435, a tank full of gas for my own car.

It was after business hours by the time we got down to Jersey, so instead of trying to catch Adam Reed in his office, George phoned ahead and we went directly to his home on Highland Avenue and up at Montclair.

George stood beside me when the front door was open.

And you know something?

It was like looking at George in a mirror.

Yes, can I... Jewel!

Even their clothes were alike.