Sparring police partners Winter and Furneaux are back at each others throats in this mystery-thriller, as they solve the murder of Edith Lester, occupant of room Number Seventeen.
visitor, Theydon added:
"I didn't actually see any one on the stairs, but I heard an arrival, and jumped to the same conclusion as you, Bates."
Tacitly, master and man shared the same opinion-- it was satisfactory to know that Mrs. Lester's male visitors who called at the unconventional hour of 11:30 p. m. were shown out so speedily. Innesmore Mansions were intensely respectable.
No lady could live there alone whose credentials had not satisfied a sharp-eyed secretary. Further, Theydon was aware of a momentary disloyalty of thought toward the distinguished-looking father of that remarkably handsome girl, and it pleased him to find that he had erred.
Bates went out, closing the door behind him: he donned an overcoat, secured an umbrella and presently descended to the street. Yielding again to impulse, Theydon reopened the window and peered down. The stranger was walking away rapidly. A policeman, glistening in cape and overalls, stood at the corner, near a pillar box.
Another brilliant mystery from Louis Tracy, featuring his Winter and Furneaux characters. As ever, Tracy's writing defines character precisely and builds a narrative full of energy and romance which keeps you guessing to the end.
I love Winter and Fourneaux, and I enjoyed every word of this book. One strange quirk--does this author always call the manservant "Bates" in every book? Actually, it doesn't matter, the book is so much fun. Enjoy.
A good read well told, but not a very interesting mystery, just an exciting murder hunt, not missing the love story, of course.