In the Onyx Lobby

Late that night,—in fact it was about midnight, when the onyx lobby was practically deserted save for an occasional late home-comer,—the two detectives arrived for a confab with...

Bates’ search for Gibbs or Corson resulted in finding the former in the rooms of the late Sir Herbert Binney. Peters was also there, packing up the personal effects of the dead...

The usual and necessary routine was followed out. The Medical Examiner came and did his part; the undertakers came and did theirs; and at last Bob Moore’s nervous restlessness w...

The Prall apartment was on the eighth floor, but Richard Bates passed by the elevator and went down the stairs. Only one flight, however, and on the seventh floor, he walked alo...

“Well, by the Great Catamaran! I think it’s the most footle business I ever heard of! A regulation, clinker-built, angle-iron, sunk-hinge family feud, carried on by two women! W...

“I’ve got to speak, Ricky,” Miss Prall said, but her tone was not angry now. She seemed to have changed her mood and was half frightened, half sad. “I’ve got to speak, to save m...

The detectives were aware that he said a pleasant good-night to the chorus girls he had entertained at supper, and had left the Magnifique, alone, about midnight, but then all t...

“All I know is, Mr Binney went away from here in a taxicab, ’long about half-past six, I think it was. And he went to the Hotel Magnifique,—at least, that’s what he told the dri...

“I thought I should die,” she exclaimed, clasping her plump little hands and rocking back and forth in a becushioned wicker chair, “to see Letitia Prall wriggle around! Why, Mr...

The avalanche of denial, the flood of vituperation and the general hullabaloo that was set up by the four girls at Corson’s accusation reduced the detective to a pulp of bewilde...

“Meaning Bunless conditions. I can’t offer you those, but I do say now, and, for the last time, if you will take hold of my Bun proposition, I’ll give you any salary you want, a...

“Now, wait a minute,” put in Wise; “I don’t say the daughter was at fault,—she might have been a tool without knowing it. I mean, she may have kept watch for her mother——”

“Now, look here, Molly,” and Wise fixed her with his piercing gaze, “you say Richard Bates married you. I don’t believe it for a minute, but I do believe somebody married you, o...

“I know, and, nine times out of ten, it doesn’t matter what the people were doing who refuse to tell. But it might make a difference, and it’s always a bother to be worrying abo...

“Why, there’s a special recipe for the buns, of course, and it’s very valuable,—the buns can’t be made without it,—and I can’t help thinking that Mr Crippen or some messenger of...

When Richard set out to do a thing, he did it, and without consulting anybody he went at once for Pennington Wise, the detective, and by good luck, succeeding in obtaining the s...

“He was not! Lordy, the germs coulda carried him off and he’d never noticed it. He wudden’t know whether I swept or dusted rightly, or whether I gave the place a lick and a prom...

But even the astonishing disclosure of the scrawled statement did not cause Bob Moore to lose his head. Excited and startled though he was, he was also alertly conscious that he...