To a neat bungalow on the Stanford University campus near Palo Alto, Calif., Mrs. Julia M. Place, a real estate agent, drove one of her clients last Memorial Day. She had heard that the house was for rent. She rang the doorbell, waited. When no one came she went around to the back yard, found a black-haired young man stripped to the waist bending over a bonfire. He said his name was Lamson and that he owned the house. ''There was nothing unusual in his actions or speech," said Mrs. Place afterwards. "He asked...
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