The nameless man

THE invigorating breeze, stirring the leaves of the vines and rambler roses which grew in profusion over the trellis-covered veranda, carried, apparently, no comfort to the man...

JULIAN BARCLAY scanned the total of a column of figures with a wry face; his card game of the night before had been costly, and with an inward resolve to forego another, he look...

“Porter, go call the conductor,” directed Shively. “No, stay, first show me into a vacant stateroom. Norcross, will you and Barclay carry Tilghman; I can make a more careful and...

“I am originator of designs, honorable sir,” he said blandly. “It is possibly so that my sketch was used in decorating your flask. Show me flask and I tell you.”

Ethel Ogden, conscious that she had made a hurried toilet, and feeling but half awake, paused before her cheval glass and took a final look at her costume and hair, patting a st...

MIDNIGHT was fast approaching, but the reception at the Japanese Embassy showed no signs of diminished attendance or lack of enjoyment among the guests. Diplomatic and official...

TWO weeks had glided by and Julian Barclay was no nearer solving the mystery surrounding the death of Dwight Tilghman than the day the crime was committed. He had turned in desp...

“Come, come, Julian, this won’t do,” he said, slamming the door behind him and taking the seat left vacant by Ethel. “I don’t object to a little harmless flirtation, but you app...

JULIAN BARCLAY’S luncheon at the club had been a polite fiction, invented under the spur of his desire to be by himself; he felt that he could not face Ethel just then; at least...

For answer Barclay drew it from his pocket and laid it on the desk. McLane bent eagerly over the flask and examined it with special care. The silver filigree work over the glass...

MRS. OGDEN looked complaisantly about the theater as the lights were turned up, and a gentle sigh of content escaped her. No other box party presented a more distinguished appea...

MRS. OGDEN was bored, and when bored her temper was apt to prove uncertain. Only Professor Norcross and her husband had appeared for breakfast, and the latter had persisted in d...

PROFESSOR NORCROSS laid aside the late edition of the _Times_, and took, with a word of thanks, the three-cornered note handed him by Mrs. Ogden’s maid. But on closing the door...

WALTER OGDEN’S glance roved around the dinner table as he kept up a brisk conversation with his right hand neighbor, and a sense of triumph replaced his concealed anxiety. The d...

THERE was a breathless pause as host and guests alike sat stupefied. In the pantry frightened servants echoed the cry of “Fire,” while from outside came the hoarse shouts of men...

AT the sound of advancing footsteps Mrs. Ogden dropped her newspaper with a faint scream. Her nervous system had not recovered from the shock of the night before--fire and death...

THE next to occupy the witness chair was the fire chief. He answered briefly the questions put to him, and Lois McLane, beginning to feel the closeness of the atmosphere, longed...

WITH a muttered apology, which Ethel but half caught, Julian Barclay stepped by them and went immediately into the courtroom. The spectators had thinned out appreciably as the i...

THERE was an uncomfortable silence in the Ogdens’ drawing room, which no one cared to break, and Charles, the butler, his equilibrium not fully restored since his appearance at...

IT was barely nine o’clock in the morning when Leonard McLane reached his office in response to an urgent telephone call, and the one occupant of his office rose to greet him wi...

CHARLES, the butler, stared in dismay at the untasted breakfast sitting temptingly before Walter Ogden. Not a dish had been touched, and twenty minutes had elapsed since he brou...

Before Barclay could comply with his request, the portières were dragged aside and Walter Ogden strode into the room. He came to an abrupt stop as his eyes lighted on Barclay st...

THE loud imperative ringing of the front door-bell reached Walter Ogden’s ears, and making a sign to Maru Takasaki commanding silence, he tip-toed softly across the library and...

TOO thunderstruck to move or speak, the little group in the hall stared at Norcross, down whose white face great drops of perspiration were stealing, then their regard was trans...