In 1934 Chicago, a man named Willie Stroker opened an office called The Reconciliation Bureau . For $500, he promised desperate wives one thing: “Your husband will come back. Improved.” At first, it worked. Husbands returned home with flowers, quiet and polite, never straying again. But when too many men changed overnight, Detective Harold Wood started asking questions. One foggy night, he followed Stroker to a warehouse near the docks. Through the glass, he saw a man tied to a chair and Stroker whispering close. The man laughed—“You think I didn’t know? My wife paid you last week.” Stroker smiled. “Exactly. And now it’s your turn.” The detective’s foot creaked on the floorboards. Everything went dark. When he looked again, the chair was empty—just a dark stain. Behind him, Stroker stood holding a small humming metal device. “Detective,” he murmured, “your wife called me last night.” By morning, the Bureau was gone. Only one card remained: “Reconciliation Guaranteed.”
