This story of the amazing adventures which come into the life of a retired diamond merchant, who comes from the mines of South Africa to London, is clever in plot and effective in style. As a writer of detective stories, Mr. Wallace occupies an enviable place. The Man Who Knew shows him at his best.
t, and then took an unopened letter which had come that evening and which, by his deft handling of the mail, he had been able to smuggle into his pocket without John Minute's observance.
He slit open the envelope, extracted the letter, and read:
DEAR SIR: Your esteemed favor is to hand. We have to thank you for the check, and we are very pleased that we have given you satisfactory service. The search has been a very long and, I am afraid, a very expensive one to yourself, but now that discovery has been made I trust you will feel rewarded for your energies.
The note bore no heading, and was signed "J. B. Fleming."
THE GIRL WHO CRIED
The northern express had deposited its passengers at King's Cross on time. All the station approaches were crowded with hurrying passengers. Taxicabs and "growl
A millionaire who's made his money by nefarious means, his nephew, his male secretary and his lovely ward are all involved in mysterious doings that bring them into contact with the curious Saul Arthur Mann, "The Man Who Knows."
The character of Mann has potential, but the rest of this mystery is annoying. The reader is misdirected in an unfair way, and the conclusion doesn't tie up all the loose ends.