Among the shops and cafes that crowd the sidewalks of East 85th Street, Manhattan, the Little Casino Bar Restaurant at No. 206 was barely noticeable. Men & women came and went with a great air of having nothing to do but listen to the juke box playing soft German tunes. Richard Eichenlaub and his plump wife placidly drew beer, placidly dished out Wiener Schnitzel. One day early this week, Herr Eichenlaub suddenly disappeared.
In other parts of New York City and neighboring towns, other men & women, some of whom had been Herr Eichenlaub's...
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