Steven Paget was found cruelly murdered just after he had broken the what corner of a rival financier, and hidden in his home was the Paternoster Ruby for which he had outbid that rival years before. The unraveling of the mystery is materially aided by a girl whose courage and charm will win the heart of every reader. (Originally published as a five-part series in All-Story magazine.)
I thought the idea not a bad one, and said so. Stodger was off up the stairs like a shot. He went nimbly round the prostrate figure on the landing without so much as a look toward it, and disappeared.
He and another man appeared, after a while, at the back of the hall, having evidently availed themselves of a rear stairway.
I surveyed the private secretary with much interest, and must even now confess, after no inconsiderable study of the human face, that I have never since beheld one that was so utterly baffling.
He was a slender man of medium height, and of an age that might have been anything between twenty and fifty; his eyes, hair, brows, and lashes were all of a uniform shade of pale yellow--excepting that the eyes had a greenish tint--while his face and thin, nervous hands wore a dead, unwholesome pallor.
The effect was extraordinary. The ageless face looked as if it did not know how to conform to or mirror any inward emotion; and furthermore, one was never precisely positiv