“It’s a big thing,” said Loveday Brooke, addressing Ebenezer Dyer, chief of the well-known detective agency in Lynch Court, Fleet Street; “Lady Cathrow has lost £30,000 worth of jewellery, if the news...

“Griffiths, of the Newcastle Constabulary, has the case in hand,” said Mr. Dyer; “those Newcastle men are keen-witted, shrewd fellows, and very jealous of outside interference. They only sent to me un...

“They want you at Redhill, now,” said Mr. Dyer, taking a packet of papers from one of his pigeonholes. “The idea seems gaining ground in manly quarters that in cases of mere suspicion, women detective...

“The girl is young, pretty, friendless and a foreigner, you say, and has disappeared as completely as if the earth had opened to receive her,” said Miss Brooke, making a résumé of the facts that Mr. D...

“I admit that the dagger business is something of a puzzle to me, but as for the lost necklace⁠—well, I should have thought a child would have understood that,” said Mr. Dyer irritably. “When a young ...

“Will you be good enough to tell me how you procured my address?” said Miss Brooke, a little irritably. “I left strict orders that it was to be given to no one.” “I only obtained it with great difficu...

“Now, Miss Brooke, if this doesn’t inspire you I don’t know what will,” said Mr. Dyer. And, taking up a handbill that lay upon his writing-table, he read aloud as follows: “Five hundred pounds reward....