On the night of May 27th, 1925, the office of Gilderheim, Pascoe and Company, diamond merchants, of Little Hatton Garden, presented no unusual appearance to the patrolling constable who examined the l...

There it was again! Above the babel of sound, the low roar of voices, soft and sorrowful, now heard, now lost, a vagrant thread of gold caught in the drab woof of shoddy life gleaming and vanishing.⁠ ...

Gilbert was dressing for dinner when the storm came up over London. It had lost none of its intensity or strength. For an hour the street had glared fitfully in the blue lightning of the electrical di...

Gilbert Standerton was dressing slowly before his glass when Leslie was announced. That individual was radiant and beautiful to behold as became the best man at the wedding of an old friend. Leslie Fr...

Leslie Frankfort was one of a group of three who stood in the inner office of Messrs. Warrell & Bird before a huge safe. There was plenty to attract and hold their attention, for the floor was littere...

The City of London is filled, as all the world knows, with flourishing and well-established businesses. It abounds in concerns which proclaim, either with dignity or flamboyantly, the fact that this s...

Three men sat in the inner room of a City office. The outer door was locked, the door communicating between the outer office and the sanctum was wide open. The men sat at a table, discussing a frugal ...

Mr. Warrell, of the firm of Warrell & Bird, prided himself upon being a man of the world, and was wont to admit, in a mild spirit of boastfulness, in which even middle-aged and respectable gentlemen o...

Edith turned to her waiting maid. “Go out and bring the girl in at once,” she said quietly. “Which girl, madam?” asked the startled servant. “The girl who is playing,” said Edith. “Hurry please, befor...

Mrs. Cathcart was considerably surprised to receive an invitation to the dinner. She had that morning sent her daughter a cheque for three hundred pounds which she had received from her broker, but as...

On the night of Gilbert Standerton’s little dinner party the black-bearded taxi driver, who had called at the house off Charing Cross Road for instructions, came to the door of No. 43, and was duly ob...

“Will the Hatton Garden intruder communicate with the man who lay on the floor, and arrange a meeting. The man on the floor has a proposition to make, and promises no harm to intruder.” Gilbert Stande...

General Sir John Standerton was a man of hateful and irascible temper. The excuse was urged for him that he had spent the greater portion of his life in India, a country calculated to undermine the sw...

Edith Standerton made a quick preparation for her journey. She would take her maid into Huntingdon, and go without Gilbert. It was embarrassing that she must go alone, but she had set herself a task, ...

The General read the telegram again. He was, despite his erratic temperament, a shrewd and intelligent man. “What does that mean?” he asked quietly for him. “Where is Gilbert? And where does he wire f...

A month later Gilbert Standerton came back from the Foreign Office to his little house in St. John’s Wood. “There is a man to see you, Gilbert,” said his wife. “I think I know, it is my bank manager,”...