Arthur Pendleton arrived in New York in the spring of 1922 with a suitcase, a letter of introduction to a man who had moved to California, and a small leather notebook that he had bought at a department store on Fulton Street.
The notebook was ordinary. Cream-coloured pages, stitched binding, two dollars and fifty cents. Arthur had chosen it because it was unremarkable, the way a man chooses plain clothes when he wants to be overlooked. He was twenty-five, from Dayton, Ohio, and he had learned early in life that being overlooked was a advantage. He opened the notebook on his first night in the boarding house on East...
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