CHAPTER 18“Clayton,” said Kintyre.
“Huh?” The pipe almost dropped from Yamamura’s hand. “What the hell! Why, for God’s sake?”
“Bruce got too much information about Clayton’s rackets.”
“What rackets? Clayton’s straight! I never heard a hint—”
“Oh, yes. He’s straight enough on this side of the Atlantic.”
Yamamura muttered something profane. “How do you know?” he added.
“It fits the facts. Bruce was corresponding with his uncle Luigi, the secret service man. Some discussion of highly organized postwar crime syndicates in the Mediterranean countries came up. Now Clayton was a go-getter type who’d lost everything he had three times in a row: the Depression, his first wife’s death, divorce from his second wife. It must have embittered him, so that he determined he would never again be poor
