Cameron Hawley

Lincoln lord turned off Fifth Avenue and entered the Greenbank Club at exactly high noon, the hands precisely overlapped on the clock above the iron-strapped door. He was aware that he was early—members of stature rarely came in before twelve-thirty-but the forenoon had been a torture that...

Richard Seaton sat alone and gazed out at the lights of San Francisco from the Top of the Mark. His left arm throbbed painfully from the second of his two cholera shots. But his mind was fixed on other matters. He had begun to feel a growing sense of adventure. He had never been west of Chicago;...