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One April evening in Manhattan five years ago, a slight, aquiline-featured man returned from a theatre to his room. No sooner had he crossed the threshold than lines of anguish twisted across his face and he fell dead from a heart attack. His death was unforeseen, but many of his friends believed that his health had been gravely impaired during the investigation of alleged construction faults in Nebraska's new $9,000,000 state capitol at Lincoln. That building, the friends claimed, was Architect Goodhue's sovereign design, imbued with all his prowess and pride. To...
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