Mystery, desperate and baffling, is frankly the thing in this new Rinehart novel. The sudden, unaccountable disappearance of a well-known actress; a thrilling case of mistaken identity; a network of incriminating circumstances pointing to the guilt of the actress' husband; a chain of evidence establishing a substantial alibi; clews galore indicating a score of possibilities; a jury trial; a strange love plot;--all these go to make this tale more intense than any previous work, yet it retains humor and good cheer.
at I thought I had been harsh, and that perhaps she was really ill. I knocked at the door, and asked if I could do anything. But he only called "No" curtly through the door, and asked me to take that infernal dog away.
I went back to bed and tried to sleep, for the water had dropped an inch or so on the stairs, and I knew the danger was over. Peter came, shivering, at dawn, and got on to the sofa with me. I put an end of the quilt over him, and he stopped shivering after a time and went to sleep.
The dog was company. I lay there, wide awake, thinking about Mr. Pitman's death, and how I had come, by degrees, to be keeping a cheap boarding-house in the flood district, and to having to take impudence from everybody who chose to rent a room from me, and to being called a she-devil. From that I got to thinking again about the Ladleys, and how she had said he was a fiend, and to doubting about his having gone out for medicine for her. I dozed off again at daylight, and being worn out, I slept heavily.
A woman disappears during a flood. Did she leave her husband in a rage, as he claims? Was she drowned? Or did he kill her and drop her body in the swollen river? An absorbing mystery, with a lot of interesting detail, although the solution becomes obvious before the author reveals it.
Unfortunately, it seems as if a segment near the end is missing from this release.