Mrs. Glass said there was someone named Pat Corbin living in the same apartment as Cleary.
So you called all the local dealers to find out if anyone named Cleary or Byrne or Corbin bought a new motor home?
Maybe Corbin just used it too and received some mail there.
Maybe Corbin is just another name—a nom de plume—another alias for Byrne, just in case.
"Maybe we're back to Pat Corbin as an accomplice," Fred suggested.
Cleary, Corbin, any single guy, a motor home with paper Pennsylvania plates that checked in on the May dates we know— any of those things.
Cleary and Corbin might just be the start.
Remember Pat Corbin from Scranton?
They both knew Pat Corbin was one of the names used in Scranton.
Although Dean was anxious to locate "P. Corbin," he was cautious enough to wait for Fred to confirm the named party had actually joined the tour.
"If we left a note for P. Corbin we'd just spook him," Dean said.
"P. Corbin," Dean said disgustedly and then thought out loud.
Fred took another bite of apple pie and said very slowly, I've still been wondering if that friend of his—the Corbin fellow—is the same one that's married to my niece's daughter.
Tell you what, you show me where this guy's gear is and maybe I'll leave a note for the fella asking him to ask Corbin when he sees him.
A short distance south-west of the mansion-house and between it and the wharf is a plain brick tomb, which was built by Washington's direction on a site chosen by himself, and contains the remains of Washington and Mrs Washington (removed to this tomb from the old family vault in 1831), and of about thirty relatives - members of the Washington, Blackburn, Corbin, Bushrod, Lewis and Custis families.
To the west of the Val d'Assa that Cadorna had ordered the preparation of a third line of defence that ran from Cima Portule (7,570 ft.) east of the Val d'Assa and round the southern rim of the Asiago basin by Punta Corbin across the Astico to the mountains south of the Posina.
Corbin, to influence the president and his secretary General Horace Porter, culminated in the panic of "Black Friday," on the 24th of September 1869, when the price of gold fell from 162 to 135.
There's still a chance he'll think it's another Pat Corbin who sounded familiar.