"It looks like our Mr. Cleary flew the coop," Fred said reluctantly.
After the amenities were put to rest, Fred casually mentioned they were interested in Mr. Cleary, on Bascomb Place.
"Could you describe Mr. Cleary?" he asked.
Cleary had contacted her by telephone, saying he was looking for a furnished apartment to use when he traveled to the city.
Mr. Cleary mostly comes at night I suspect.
I'm sorry I wasn't much help to you but I just never met Mr. Cleary...or his friend.
Dear me, that will make 23 vacancies—24 if Mr. Cleary is gone too.
We thought it might be this Cleary fellow.
If you'll just tell us what Cleary looks like we'll get out of your hair.
Cleary had bumped into him only twice, maybe three times but he had no recollection of the dates.
Then he added, "If I see Cleary, should I tell him you're looking for him or what?"
"Why did you think your missing guy was Cleary?" he asked again.
The man's from Parkside and Cleary subscribed to a newspaper from there.
But the description of Cleary is a dead ringer for Byrne.
But to Fred's mind, Cleary was Byrne, and nothing could dissuade him.
It was there while this guy Cleary was renting the place.
So you called all the local dealers to find out if anyone named Cleary or Byrne or Corbin bought a new motor home?
Dean gave Winston the information, including both names, Cleary and Corbin.
Well, you told me to call if Mr. Cleary came back.
If Cleary didn't want to be located, any chance of Dean doing so now he knew someone was looking for him would be next to impossible.
He silently chastised himself for even caring that some guy named Cleary had spent a few weeks in Scranton and now was traveling off in the sunset in a blue-white-or-lavender motor home.
Cleary looked a lot older.
Why did she have to go and tell Cleary we were hot on his trail asking about him?
Cleary must be going bonkers wondering how we got on to him.
Fred said nothing and Dean finally dropped the bombshell—Chip Burgess's telephone identification of Cleary-Byrne.
Mrs. Glass said the guy asked for Cleary by name.
How would Nota get Mrs. Glass's number or even know Cleary even existed?
My notes about Cleary and our investigation in Scranton were down here when those bozos broke in.
There's a chance Cleary is just a cheating husband and someone is chasing him down.
If it was Nota, chances are he won't have any better luck chasing down Cleary than we did.
The subscription was being sent to the name Cleary on Bascomb Place in Scranton but it stopped arriving there after he 'died.'
"Try Cleary," a voice answered, "It was one of my favorites."
Or maybe he'll find Cleary, learn he isn't Byrne, and put this whole business to rest.
Until we can prove Cleary isn't Byrne, let's assume he is.
Cleary must have done something in Scranton that leaves a trail.
Cleary mailed it before he knew we were looking for him!
"Who ever Cleary is, by design or luck, he isn't making it easy for us," Dean said as he continued to search.
When Cleary spoke to his landlady on Monday, the seventeenth, he told her he'd already mailed her the key.
Only Burgess saw Cleary and no one saw Corbin.
Say Cleary rented the place innocently—he's a coast-to-coast truck driver or something and needs a temporary place, just like Burgess.
Jonathan Winston said there wasn't a forwarding notice on file under Cleary or Corbin.