Nine Short Stories w/Direct link technology (A Classic Detective story)

Bill Farden had had his eye on the big brick house on the corner for some time.
He had worked one in that block--the white frame with the latticed porch farther down toward Madison Street--during the early part of March, and had got rather a nice bag. Then, warned off by the scare and hullabaloo that followed, he had fought shy of that part of town for a full month, confining his operations to one or two minor hauls in the Parkdale section. He figured that by now things would have calmed dow...