This etext was transcribed by Les Bowler.
The well-known authority on criminology, Dennis Holt,inherited a house in a remote village, the sort of place inwhich, to quote himself, “nothing everhappens.” One night at fifty-three minutes pasteleven (he was always meticulously accurate about time), hisattention was attracted by a peremptory tapping on the windowpane. A moment later, the lower sash was slowly pushed upand a young girl appeared. “Let me in!” she whispered. “Please—I have hurt myself.” That was the beginning of a bewildering series of happeningsin the life of Dennis Holt. Suddenly he found himselfprecipitated into the midst of a bewildering mystery, which atone time seemed to threaten even his own liberty. Patiently piecing together the ascertained facts, Holteventually presented a remarkable reconstruction of what hadtaken place on that dramatic night. |
BY
NANCY & JOHN
OAKLEY
PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
p. 4Printed inGreat Britain by Wyman & Sons Ltd., London, Reading andFakenham.
CHAPTER | PAGE | |
I. | A Midnight Visitor | |
II. | The Tragedy at White Towers | |
III. | A Meeting in the Dark | |
IV. | The Silver-headed Hatpin | |
V. | Kitty Clevedon and RonaldThoyne | |
VI. | A New Sensation | |
VII. | Evidence at the Inquest | |
VIII. | The story of a Quarrel | |
IX. | W |