The Golden Urge, by "Robert Kyle" (1954)
I really enjoyed Robert Terrall's Kill Now, Pay Later so I tried tracking down some of his other books. Traces of him appeared to be non-existent until I discovered that he wrote the majority of his books under different pen names - Robert Kyle, John Gonzales, he even wrote the last two dozen Michael Shayne novels as Brett Halliday (a name that was already a pen name for Davis Dresser; talk about your identity issues...). Armed with this new knowledge, I found this book.
And it was such a chore to read. A week. A week to read something that wasn't even two hundred pages long. I guess I walked in expecting something like Kill Now and got something else entirely. I guess it's competently written, but many of the characters spend long stretches of the book navel gazing.