The Investigator"Now about this business with the Diamonds," Doyle said. "I have just the man for it." He opened his desk drawer and took out a business card. "Name's Jake Bower. Does good work." He handed me the card. "Just a few doors down. Tell him I sent you."
Jake Bower was a blocky man, forty or so, dark as a Diamond with a ready smile. He had short, wavy black hair, wore a dark blue suit, and walked with a limp. He reminded me of Julius Diamond, if the man had any humor to him. Jake met me at the door of his office, and after a moment's hesitation said, "Come in."
I went inside. Through a partially opened door, I glimpsed a small room to the left, which held a neatly-made bed and several portraits on the walls. A short, unlit hallway lay straight ahead. To the right, the front roo
