Chapter Seventeen
I'd been right about the lovely Mrs. Callicoat. In her case, still waters did run deep. There were curious things to learn about all four, in fact, the late circus owner, his junior partner and manager, his widow, and their star attraction. Unfortunately, that's all there was so far – curious discoveries. There were no smoking guns (or thrown knives), no signs directing me to a murderer or their motive. But my big snitch had given me plenty of human drama to think about.
After my visit with Large I headed north again, into the heart of the city and the loop, and made a stop at the City Hall building on North La Salle. Specifically, I visited Room 107, the Clerk of the City of Chicago, in an effort to see for myself any and all permits issued to The Callicoat and Major C
