Buxom, black-eyed Henrietta Koscianski, 19, a pantry maid in Cleveland's Statler Hotel, gave her starched white blouse a straightening pat and winked at one of the other girls as the young man who washed bar glasses and supplied cracked ice came on duty one night last week. "Say, Bob," she asked, "what's your last name?"
"Murray," he answered quickly. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing. But did you ever hear of Robert Irwin?"
"No," he said, turning away. Few minutes later he disappeared.
Two nights before the bar boy had done a clever pencil sketch of Henrietta, and...