The room was a small one, and had been chosen for its remoteness from the dwelling rooms. It had formed the billiard room, which the former owner of Weald Lodge had added to his premises, and John Min...

The northern express had deposited its passengers at King’s Cross on time. All the station approaches were crowded with hurrying passengers. Taxicabs and “growlers” were mixed in apparently inextricab...

The writer pauses here to say that the story of “The Man Who Knew” is an unusual one. It is reconstructed partly from the reports of a certain trial, partly from the confidential matter which has come...

May Nuttall expressed her perplexity in a letter: Dear Frank: Such a remarkable thing happened last night. I was in Silvers Rents about eleven o’clock, and had just finished seeing the last of my pati...

La Rochefoucauld has said that prudence and love are inconsistent. May Nuttall, who had never explored the philosophies of La Rochefoucauld, had nevertheless seen that quotation in the birthday book o...

Backwell Street, in the City of London, contains one palatial building which at one time was the headquarters of the South American Stock Exchange, a superior bucket shop which on its failure had clai...

Mr. Rex Holland stepped out of his new car, and, standing back a pace, surveyed his recent acquisition with a dispassionate eye. “I think she will do, Feltham,” he said. The chauffeur touched his cap ...

The big library of Weald Lodge was brilliantly lighted and nobody had pulled down the blinds. So that it was possible for any man who troubled to jump the low stone wall which ran by the road and push...

Frank Merrill stepped through the swing doors of the London and Western Counties Bank with a light heart and a smile in his eyes, and went straight to his chief’s office. “I shall want you to let me g...

Constable Wiseman lived in the bosom of his admiring family in a small cottage on the Bexhill Road. That “my father was a policeman” was the proud boast of two small boys, a boast which entitled them ...

Mr. Saul Arthur Mann stood by the window of his office and moodily watched the traffic passing up and down this busy city street at what was the busiest hour of the day. He stood there such a long tim...

The trial of Frank Merrill on the charge that he “did on the twenty-eighth day of June in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred⁠—wilfully and wickedly kill and slay by a pistol shot John Minu...

It was two months after the great trial, on a warm day in October, when Frank Merrill stepped ashore from the big white paddle boat which had carried him across Lake Leman from Lausanne, and, handing ...

Saul Arthur Mann came back to England full of his news, and found Frank at the little Jermyn Street hotel where he had installed himself, and Frank listened without interruption to the story of the le...

Grimm’s Hotel is in reality a block of flats, with a restaurant attached. The restaurant is little more than a kitchen from whence meals are served to residents in their rooms. Frank’s suite was on th...

Jasper Cole at that moment was trudging through the snow to the little chalet which May Nuttall had taken on the slope of the mountain overlooking Chamonix. The sleigh which had brought him up from th...

“If Wiseman did not think you were a murderer, I should regard him as an intelligent being,” said Saul Arthur Mann. “Have they found Crawley?” asked Frank. “No, he got away. The chauffeur and the car ...