You’ve heard something from Inspector Winter that puzzles you, and you’re not happy.” “To tell the truth, I’m not feeling very clever to-day. Too much work of late. There’s the Barton murder case still in the air. We came to a full stop in our investigations. And now this ...
Armadale, Ralli took Vereker by the arm and led him into the drawing-room. “Well, what do you think of old ‘Hell-for-leather’?” he asked. “I haven’t quite made up my mind. Opinionated, with a turn for rudeness at unexpected moments. Not too subtle a...
Briefly they could be summarized under three heads. In the first place, Farnish, the trusted servant of the family, was inclined to be secretive and was, according to Walter, behaving in an unwontedly mysterious manner. It was quite possible that it was he who had broken o...
Anthony Vereker had walked down Bond Street into Piccadilly and had turned into the Green Park. London under the magical, generative touch of early summer was to him the most beautiful and romantic place in the world. As he had gazed at the sumptuous shops in Bond Street and noted the flicker and...
“Has Tankerton done that little job for me, Heather?” he asked. “Yes, I have his report with me, Mr. Vereker. Are you in a hurry for it?” “I’d like it as soon as possible. Bring it round like a good fellow.” “Tomorrow I’ll be...