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murmured wisely.
    'Well,' he said. 'Professor Stonehouse would sue, at any time, for any reason — or none at all. He sued plumbers and electricians who did repair work in his apartment. He sued his landlord. He sued department stores. He sued cabdrivers and the companies that employed them. He sued newspapers, magazines, manufacturers, hotels, the 35
    bus company, the telephone company, Consolidated Edison, the City of New York, the Boy Scouts of America, the makers of Tootsie Rolls, and a poor fellow who had the misfortune to jostle him accidentally on the street. On one occasion, Professor Stonehouse sued the United States of America.'
    'Did he ever win, sir?' I asked.
    'Rarely,' Mr Teitelbaum said with a wintry smile. 'And when he did, the damages granted were never sufficient to cover the cost of bringing the suit. In one case I recall, the bench awarded him one cent. But Professor Stonehouse didn't care — or said he didn't. He insisted the principle involved was all that counted.' Mr Teitelbaum paused to sigh heavily. 'I am not certain Professor Stonehouse was completely sane. He was eccentric, certainly.'
    'Was?' I repeated. 'Is the gentleman no longer our client? Or is he deceased?'
    Mr Teitelbaum ignored my questions and continued:
    'As I said, we attempted to dissuade him from this unwarranted litigation, but he insisted. His suits, ah, provided good experience for some of the younger, newer members of the firm. In addition to the suits, we also handled the legal end of several investments Professor Stonehouse made in real estate and certain other properties. He was, I would say, well-to-do. Exactly how prosperous he was I had no way of knowing, since this firm did not prepare his will nor play any part in his general investments and estate planning. On the one occasion when I asked him if he had executed a will, he replied in hostile tones that it had been taken care of. His reaction to my question was such that I never cared to pursue the matter further. I merely assumed he had a will prepared by another attorney, a not uncommon practice.'
    Then he was silent. And I was silent, wondering where all this was leading.
    Ignatz Teitelbaum laced his crinkled little fingers on the 36
    desktop. He looked down at them, and wiggled one at a time. He seemed surprised that they could still move.
    Staring at his hands, he continued his story in a quiet, dreamy voice...
    'Yesterday, Professor Stonehouse's wife came to see me.
    She informed me that her husband had, after dinner one evening, simply walked out of their apartment without saying where he was going and never returned. Not to this date, he hasn't.'
    'Did he leave a note, sir? Did he take any clothes with him? Had he withdrawn any large amounts from his bank accounts? Did he give any hint of his intention to leave?'
    Mr Teitelbaum raised his head slowly to stare at me.
    'I asked Mrs Stonehouse those same questions. Her answers to all were negative.'
    'Mrs Stonehouse went to the police, I presume?'
    'Of course. They checked hospitals and the morgue, accident reports, things of that nature. They spoke to the Professor's associates at New York University. Stonehouse was retired, but was sometimes invited as a guest lecturer.
    His specialty was British maritime history of the seventeenth century. No one at the University had seen him or heard from him for months. The New York Police Department has listed Professor Yale Stonehouse as a Missing Person. I have some, ah, contacts in the Department and was able to speak to the investigating officer. It is his opinion that the Professor disappeared of his own free will and will reappear eventually for reasons of his own.'
    'Does the investigating officer have any evidence for that belief, sir?'
    'Not that I was able to determine. Apparently the officer was basing his judgment on his experience and percentages in the analysis of the behaviour of missing persons.'
    'Do you know, sir, if the investigating officer checked