One day in October a Manhattan detective had just settled down to enjoy the latest issue of Bernarr Macfadden's True Detective Mysteries when a face staring from the pages made him jump. The face was that of a man whose furtive behavior he had marked while strolling his beat a few days before. The caption identified him—Walter Clyde Davis, wanted in Colorado Springs for embezzling $500,000. Last week the detective found his man again, arrested him. Unprotesting, Davis went along, hanged himself in his cell. . ....
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