As he paced his room in San Francisco's Hotel Stewart last week, Isaac Garrett Fox neither looked nor felt like a desperado. He was 53a sallow, nervous man who wore eyeglasses and false teeth, and was growing bald. He had served eight years (1931-39) in Tennessee for bank robbery, and the thought of prison terrified him. But he was sick, out of work, and three weeks behind in his rent. That helped him make up his mind.
He slipped a revolver into his coat pocket, took a train to Oakland, and wandered along sidewalks until he found a car with the...
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