The man who sat at the marble-topped table of the Café of the Great Captain⁠—if I translate the sign aright⁠—was a man of leisure. A tall man, with a trim beard and grave grey eyes that searched the s...

The firm of Black and Gram had something of a reputation in City circles. Gram might have been a man beyond reproach⁠—a veritable Bayard of finance, a churchgoer, and a generous subscriber to charitie...

In the meantime our constable had reached a small tavern in the vicinity of Regent Street. He entered the bar and, ordering a drink, took a seat in the corner of the spacious saloon. There were two or...

Frank heard a little scuffling in the hall, and knew that the men who had been watching him had gone to cover. He had little fear, though he carried no weapon. He was supremely confident in his own st...

Colonel Black was amused. He was annoyed, too, and the two expressions resulted in a renewed irritation. His present annoyance rose from another cause. A mysterious tribunal, which had examined his pa...

Frank Fellowe was agitating a punchball in one of the upper rooms of his little cottage, and with good reason. He was “taking out” of the ball all the grievances he had against the petty irritants of ...

Dr. Essley was in his study, making a very careful microscopic examination. The room was in darkness save for the light which came from a powerful electric lamp directed to the reflector of the instru...

Mr. Sandford had an appointment with Colonel Black. It was the final interview before the break. The City was busy with rumours. A whisper had circulated; all was not well with the financier⁠—the amal...

Lord Verlond was an afternoon visitor at the Sandford establishment. He had come for many reasons, not the least of which nobody expected. He was a large shareholder in the Sandford Foundries, and wit...

There was living at Somers Town at that time a little man named Jakobs. He was a man of some character, albeit an unfortunate person with “something behind him.” The something behind him, however, had...

Sir Isaac Tramber went to Lincoln in an evil frame of mind. He had reserved a compartment, and cursed his luck when he discovered that his reservation adjoined that of Horace Gresham. He paced the lon...

The curious ring on the Carholme was crowded. Unusually interested in the Lincoln handicap was the sporting world, and this, together with the glorious weather, had drawn sportsmen from north and sout...

Lord Verlond sat at breakfast behind an open copy of The Times. Breakfast was ever an unsociable meal at Verlond House. Lady Mary, in her neat morning dress, was content to read her letters and her pa...

Left alone, the man whom they had called Farmer waited a few minutes. Then he took down his coat, which hung behind the door, put on his hat and gloves deliberately and thoughtfully, and left the hous...

Under the bright light of a bronze lamp, all that was mortal of Jakobs lay extended upon the operating-table. About the body moved swiftly the shirt-sleeved figures of the doctors. “I don’t think ther...

Dr. Essley’s house at Forest Hill stood untenanted. The red lamp before the door was unlit, and though the meagre furnishings had not been removed, the house, with its drawn blinds and grimy steps, ha...

“Where are we going?” asked Sir Isaac faintly. “We are going to Southampton,” growled Black in his ear. “We shall find some friends there.” He grinned in the darkness. Then, leaning forward, he gave i...

At a bullfight the seats in the sun are the cheaper, those in the shade being double the price. ↩ In the story, as it appeared in serial form, the name of the poison occurred. It has been represented ...