The Apartment Next Door

Subway passengers sitting opposite Jane Strong as she rode up-town from Mr. Fleck’s office, if they observed her at all—and most of them did—saw only a slim, good-looking young...

For more than two hours Thomas Dean and Jane had been vainly circling about West Point on their motorcycle, striving to pick up some clue that would put them once more on the tr...

It is amazing how much information on any given subject any one—even a wholly inexperienced person like Jane Strong—can acquire within a few days when one’s mind is set resolute...

Impatiently Jane looked at her wrist watch. It lacked an hour of the time when she was to meet her mother at the Ritz for tea. Her nerves still all ajangle from excitement and w...

After Jane left Carter at the drug-store, he did not cross immediately to the bookshop opposite. His detective work was not of that sort. He strolled leisurely around the corner...

“It’s the young man I’m after,” said Chief Fleck. “We have the goods on old Hoff, but we have nothing incriminating against Frederic yet. The very fact that he holds aloof from...

“She looks all right,” said her mother. “It is the peculiar way she is acting that bothers me. She spends hours and hours moping in her room, and then there are times when she t...

Sheltered by a great rock and the underbrush about it, Jane, with Fleck and Thomas Dean, peered eagerly out at a dingy, weather-beaten frame structure which neighborhood gossip...

Masked by an enormous pair of motor goggles and further shielded from recognition by a cap drawn down almost over his nose, Thomas Dean in a basket-rigged motorcycle impatiently...

Twice after the elevator had deposited her on the floor Jane had approached the door of Room 708, and twice she had walked timorously past it to the end of the hall, trying to m...

Jane, her face blanching, held the receiver in wavering hands for a moment before she could muster courage to answer. She had recognized Frederic Hoff’s voice speaking. What cou...

In a turmoil of mental anxiety Jane waited the arrival of Chief Fleck at the place he had designated. She was still badly wrought up by the scene through which she had just pass...

In accordance with instructions already issued two of Fleck’s men rushed for the front of the house, where with rifles ready they stood guard, while the others took cover in the...

Bewildered by the rapidity with which such a succession of terrifying events had taken place, Jane sank dazedly into a chair, trying her best to collect her thoughts, as she loo...

It was three o’clock in the morning. Along a deserted pavement of Riverside Drive strode briskly a young man whose square-set shoulders and erect poise suggested a military trai...

Chief Fleck had spent a sleepless night trying to put two and two together. Instead of the answer being “four” as it should have been each time he completed his figuring the res...

“But,” said Jane, “I can’t understand it yet. How did you, a British officer, happen to be living with old Otto Hoff? How did you ever get him to trust you with his terrible sec...

Few men, even fathers, realize how utterly inexperienced is the average well-brought-up girl, just emerged from her teens, in the affairs of the great mysterious world that lies...

“I really think the government is far too strict about it,” she continued. “My only brother is over there now fighting. All we know is that he is ‘Somewhere in France.’ War make...

She could not bring herself to tell him, the man she loved, the thing she knew he was. More than likely, she alone in all the world—knew who the murderer was. Had he been standi...