FRANCIS HAMMERTON, if we are to think of him by his true name, had not considered the probability that Mrs. Benson might not be the sole occupant of the house, his mind having been concentrated upon aspects of his position which threatened more definite hazards.
Actually, the woman whose voice he heard was a next-door neighbour, Miss Janet Brown, who had looked in with no further purpose than to return a borrowed flat-iron. But it happened that she was already informed of the exciting incident of the afternoon, and when Mrs. Benson detained her for a cup of the tea which could be cheaply obtained by adding fresh water to the leaves in the lodger's teapot, and naturally mentioned the good fortune which had walked in less than two hours before Janet was quick to see the connection bet
One of the better English turn-of-the-century mysteries.
I read about quarter of this book then gave up on it...too jumbled up and didn't hold my interest.
I didn't really enjoy this book,i found it too muddled and it didn't seem to flow.By the end i was just glad to finish the book and start another one.
Petty criminal Francis Vaughn escapes justice and hides out in a local lodging house, after two days of his arrival there is a murder and a disappearance in the house. along with his attorney, Mr. Jellipot - Mr Hammerton /aka Vaughn sets out to catch the murderer and prove his own innocence.
A typical whodunnit but worth the read