"I have been on the lookout for your missing cashier," quietly answered McNerney, with a searching glance at the agitated man.
"I have watched the morgue and all the police reports.

When I heard of this, I captured that Jew office boy, ran him over to the morgue in a coupe, and he and I instantly recognized poor Mr.Clayton.
God rest his soul, all that's left of him!" Ferris dropped into a chair, shivering violently.

"It will be featured in all the morning papers," coolly continued McNerney.
"There's your problem solved.

The poor fellow was decoyed in some black-hearted, cowardly manner and done up for the stuff.

It was no common gang who fixed him for fair," gloomily concluded the dissatisfied officer.