This story will introduce to the public a powerful new figure in detective literature--Adam Adams, Investigator. He will take his place with the few other great detectives of fiction, and it is believed that readers will find him even more human more lovable than some of his forerunners have been. A double tragedy, a peculiar Chinese drug, a package of new one hundred dollar counterfeit bills--mystery, mystery, from cover to cover.
"Yes, there was. Mrs. Bardon, the woman who lives next door, is a great gossip and one who is continually poking her nose into other folks' business. She told the police that she was out in the garden cutting a bouquet early in the morning, and she heard a violent quarrel going on at the breakfast table between Mrs. Langmore and Margaret, and that Mr. Langmore took his wife's part. Margaret wished to give a small house party and Mrs. Langmore would not listen to it."
"Did Mrs. Bardon hear all that was said?"
"No, only enough to make her run to the police with the tale."
"Is any other house near by?"
"The Harrison mansion, but it is locked up, as the family is in Europe."
"Did you hear if Mrs. Bardon and her son were home all morning?"
"They were, excepting when the doctor went out to make some calls, between nine and eleven."
"Did they see any suspicious characters around the Langmore mansion?"
"Not a soul."
"Did Mary Billings, the servant, see anybody?"