Whether or not this be a "true story," as the preface states, it is good enough to need no apology for its existence. An unusually lucid and unsensational narrative of a murder and the final discovery of its perpetrator, it offers a study in the value of "circumstantial evidence" that students of the law and of human nature ought to find interesting. The story is told simply and compactly, without any of the trickery of the ordinary "detective story." A Master Hand has a professional touch.
that the play be continued, and Davis, who, with Van Bult, had lost considerably, rather insisted that they be afforded some opportunity to recoup; but White, without regarding him, got up from the table and directed the man to serve supper, and Van Bult thereupon counted out four crisp new fifty-dollar bills, and left them on the table in settlement of his losses. Neither Littell nor White took them up, and Davis in rather an embarrassed way told Littell he would settle with him next day, that he had not the money with him. I felt sorry for Davis, as I knew the loss, comparatively trifling to Van Bult, must mean some inconvenience to him, but he accepted it gracefully. By this time Benton was ready with supper and the game was apparently forgotten.
I do not know why it was, but the usual good spirits that prevailed at our little gatherings seemed lacking this night. Perhaps it was due to the mood of our host, who was evidently out of humor over something. Littell ventured one or two remarks to which