The twenty-six clues

"The one thing you psychometric enthusiasts overlook in claiming perfection for your method of solving crime is the human equation. Your machines for recording the emotions of t...

"But is it true that she is really dead?" The blind secretary's emotional voice rose in an almost hysterical appeal and his fingers hovered tremblingly over the body. "What is i...

"But it seems incredible! That window is ten feet or more from the ground and there is only an open space beneath this end of the extension, for the kitchen although built out a...

The rear basement door of the Jarvis house stood wide and a low light glowed forth as McCarty and Dennis lifted the limp slender form of the unconscious girl between them and un...

Immediately after Margot had been dismissed, old Henry, the Jarvis' butler, made his appearance, and close upon his heels came the cook, her portly form clad in a weirdly stripe...

It was after three o'clock in the morning when ex-Roundsman McCarty reached the modest rooms over Girard's antique shop where he kept bachelor hall. The varied excitements of th...

"I have known for nearly a year that Madame was in trouble," Margot began. "Deep trouble, which grew greater as time passed, but I never dreamed that danger threatened her or I...

At Inspector Druet's suggestion Oliver Jarvis accompanied him and the maid back to his own house. Terhune, murmuring something about the interests of his client, prepared to fol...

"'Twas a fine time to be springing a fiancé on the old man!" commented Dennis Riordan, as the glowing embers from his pipe sizzled on the still wet pavement. "This is his unluck...

Ex-roundsman McCarty had just completed his sartorial equipment the following evening and stepped back to view with immense satisfaction the mirrored effect of a new and--as he...

For a full minute McCarty blinked dazedly in the sudden glare of light. His thoughts in their abrupt transition from the realm of mental suggestion to manifest reality failed at...

"I've had enough and to spare of the workings of science!" Dennis announced as he and his companion trudged homeward through the crisp night air. "It's small use the Inspector h...

"The fever is broken, I think, sir. His forehead is cool and damp," announced McCarty in a cautious whisper. "I managed to get a dose of that medicine down him about an hour ago...

Inspector Druet was seated at his desk at Headquarters, scowling over a voluminous sheaf of reports when ex-Roundsman McCarty put in an appearance at the close of the day. To an...

"There's little any man can tell about a woman whether he's married to her or not," observed Dennis sententiously. "'Tis well for us, Mac, that we've always steered clear of the...

"By Jove, you do yourself well here, don't you?" Vivaseur glanced about him at the array of books and cigar boxes, the huge desk, the phonograph in the corner, the shabby, capac...

It was a very pale and agitated Etta who awaited McCarty's coming at the hour designated that night. Her buxom figure drooped and her face in the flaring light of the street lam...

The middle-aged individual with sandy mustache and twinkling blue eyes, who registered the following morning as Timothy Mack at the Oceanside Cottage in Atlantic City, had littl...

McCarty paid a call upon the chief of police, met his amazed landlady's resentful reminder that she took no transients with the payment of a full week's board, and caught the ea...

On a bright, balmy afternoon in late November the Planters' Bank of New Orleans was about to close its doors for the day when two men, obviously strangers, entered and approache...

Calvin Norwood was seated in solitude before the hearth in his library on Saturday night, trying to shut his ears to the occasional murmur of voices from the drawing-room where...

of the body but no other shell was found; that in itself would prove that only one shot was fired there. He killed himself, all right, and Terhune's a happy man that he solved t...

The bachelor quarters over the antique shop presented a strange and unwonted aspect that evening. The sooty hearth had been scrubbed until it shone, cigar boxes, stray matches,...

"Easy now, Mr. Jarvis! There's more you've got to hear first," McCarty remonstrated. "We haven't got him yet but we will soon, don't fear! You'll only have to have a little more...

It was a soft, still night in early June and Dennis and McCarty sat side by side with their chairs tilted comfortably back against the wall of the firehouse, smoking in silence.