Had the perfect crime been achieved? Three months had passed and thetrail was cold or was there any trial to follow? Could one man be smartenough to plan and carry out a heist of this magnitude? Just who wasthis Tallmadge McGee anyway? Was he basking in sunshine on a peacefulisland sipping on his ice-tea with hula girls at his beck and call? Could helive long enough to spend his millions or was he already buried under aslab of cement. The FBI was stymied, and a wall of doubt grew. Would thecrime ever be solved? One thing was a positi ve, the underwriters werescreaming for results.Were a generous retainer and the possibility of a half million-dollarreward enti cing enough for Duncan Luce to commit himself to the case?Yes he decided, Internati onal Investi gators Inc. was the granddaddy of allinvesti gati on agencies that existed outside of the government society.This would open the fi nal door of his profession. For them to seek out hisservices was a star in his crown. Already the juices were fl owing.Brace yourself Mr. McGhee this is going to be interesti ng. Duncan Luce hastaken up the hunt.