Mrs. Vanderstein's jewels

Gimblet was late for the inquest, which had been fixed for two o'clock. By the time he arrived the evidence of Higgs and the policeman he had fetched, and that of Brampton, the...

Early as it was in the adventure, Bert was already realising the difficulties of the part he had to play. He had induced the gratified--though suspicious and thankless--Ned to a...

Bert offered no resistance to the officers of the law. Indeed, after the first moment, he showed a kind of relief at his arrest, and went with his captors almost gladly.

In the preliminary hasty search over the house, it had fallen to Higgs to reach the first floor earlier than his master. Gimblet had left it to him to examine, while he himself...

It was close on eleven when the cab drew up before the door of Sidney's lodging in York Street, St. James's, and as luck would have it Sidney himself was standing on the doorste...

"Drive to the Inanity," said the detective as he got into the cab; and when the man stopped before the theatre: "Do you know Carolina Road, North West?" he asked him, leaning ou...

"I think I may be more useful if I stay here," Gimblet said, in answer to his question. "Your fellow, Burford, who is over there, is a good sound man who will, at least, not ove...

The next day, Mrs. Vanderstein, busy with a watering-can among the pots of roses that during the season adorned her balcony, and keeping a sharp look-out on the entrance to Fian...

It was long past one when at last Gimblet got to bed. He had had a long and tiring day, full of strain and excitement, and his head was no sooner on the pillow than he slept sou...

Mr. Gimblet lived in a flat in the neighbourhood of Whitehall. It was a fad of his to be more comfortably housed than most solitary men. The situation was conveniently near to S...

There was no sleep for him that morning, and he felt wretchedly ill and exhausted when the time came to go to the office. Mr. Ennidge, always kind, remarked sympathetically upon...

Mr. Ennidge was a short, middle-aged man, with grey hair, and a mild, benignant eye, which gazed at you vaguely through gold-rimmed spectacles. Mr. Pring, his partner, tall, thi...

"A young lady, sir. She gave me this card, and wants to see you on business. She's been here about ten minutes, and I've taken tea in to her, not knowing how long you might be,...

In the morning-room he found Sir Gregory, who had refrained, with an impatient delicacy, from following him further than the drawing-room. He was walking to and fro before the h...

It was from Blake, the butler, that he received most information. It was Blake himself, looking heartily scared, with half his usual pompousness driven out of him by his anxiety...

"Well, he must have altered his appearance if he is Mr. West, the gentleman from South America, unless Matterson's account is very wrong indeed," was Jennins' only comment. "Are...

The next morning dawned grey and boisterous. The English climate was giving an example of that infinite variety to which custom never reconciles the stranger within our gates. J...

Scholefield Avenue was a short street of moderate-sized houses, which, when they were built, had stood at the extreme margin of what was then a suburb; indeed, some of the origi...

The room looked very cool in the afternoon light. A few bowls of white roses that were arranged about it seemed to lend it an aspect of more than usual specklessness.

It was a few days before Joe Sidney was allowed to see Barbara. The news of her friend's death had been broken to her by the doctor, and though her grief was profound she bore t...

When Madame Querterot left the cool, airy house, which reminded her so unpleasantly of one which was associated principally in her inmost consciousness with the sensation of cor...

When that night, during the interval between the first and second acts of the opera, the door of the box opened and Sidney made his appearance, Mrs. Vanderstein greeted him with...

When they had driven away Sidney wandered off beyond the outskirts of the crowd to a lonely spot among the trees, where he walked up and down, whistling softly to himself and pa...

Mrs. Vanderstein and Barbara hurried over their dinner and were early in their places in Covent Garden. Mrs. Vanderstein always arrived before the orchestra had tuned up. She ha...

The two women went upstairs; Bert lit a cigarette, and retired to smoke in the tiny yard behind the house. Soon he heard footsteps descending, and hastily throwing away his ciga...

To allow it to approach, a waiting motor was obliged to move away, and in the short interval that elapsed while this was being wound up and started off the carriage paused almos...

"Not much, I'm afraid," replied the detective. "Believe me, I am doing what is possible, and now that Chark has been talking to the press no doubt the police, on their side, wil...

To explain it, reference must be made again to his family history. His father's sister had married a grocer at Richmond, named Stodder, she having been cook in a family at Hampt...