Book Description

James Tierney, Incorporated, formerly known in his old police headquarter days as Bonehead Tierney or Solid Ivory, pawed a bristly reddish-white mustache as he sat at his desk in his suite high above downtown New York, the guardian of the riches of as profitable a clientele as ever a private detective might desire. Some paunchiness had come with the years of fat living and there was a heave and roll above his collar in the back as a collop sought release from the conventions of dress; yet his blue eyes were as keen as ever, the strength of his jaw showed beneath the plumpening cheeks and his interest in the game of man-hunting was never so great.