A young barrister witnesses the sudden death of one of two fellow passengers on the London Underground between St. James's Park and Charing Cross. The second passenger disappears without trace and foul play is suspected.
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He laid down the letters and picked up the watch--a fine gold-cased hunter--and released the back. Within that was an inscription, engraved in delicate lettering. The inspector let out an exclamation.
"Ah!" he said. "I half suspected that from his appearance. One of ourselves! Look at this--'Presented to Superintendent Robert Hannaford, on his retirement, by the Magistrates of Sellithwaite.' Sellithwaite, eh?--where's that, now?"
"Yorkshire," replied one of the men standing close by. "South-West Riding."
Matherfield closed the watch and laid it by.
"Well," he remarked, "that's evidently who he is--ex-Superintendent Hannaford, of Sellithwaite, Yorkshire, stopping at Malter's Hotel. I'll have to go round there. Mr. Hetherwick, as you were the last man to see him alive, I wish you'd go with me--it's on your way to the Temple."
Something closely corresponding to curiosity, not morbid, but compelling, made Hetherwick accede to t
I really enjoyed this book.Just go with the flow and savour this well written murder mystery.I've found a little goldmine in downloading this book by J. S. Fletcher.Will be reading more from this excellent author.
Not so bad as it sounds from one comment. Certainly one of the better JSFletcher books.
Moves along at a good pace with twists & turns to keep the reader interested.I like the style of Fletchers writing, so different to today. I will be reading more of his books.
Fletcher's story is well-paced and the writing is good, but he relies on gimmicks which no mystery writer today would dare use. His coincidences are far-fetched and a bit too convenient to be credible.