Chapter 12: XII

XII A New Deal I went out to hunt for MacSwain. Neither city directory nor telephone book told me anything. I did the pool rooms, cigar stores, speakeasies, looking around first, then asking cautious questions. That got me nothing. I walked the streets, looking for bowed legs. That got me nothing. I decided to go back to my hotel, grab a nap, and resume the hunting at night. In a far corner of the lobby a man stopped hiding behind a newspaper and came out to meet me. He had bowed legs,…