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[Illustration: HE TOOK UP THE DECANTERS ONE BY ONE AND SAMPLED THEIR CONTENTS IN TURN]
Author of "Cleek, the Man of the Forty Faces," "Cleek of Scotland Yard," Etc.
_Copyright, 1915, by_ DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
I. A Mysterious Affair 3 II. How the Chase Ended 14 III. The Shadow That Lay Behind 23 IV. Clews and Suspicions 36 V. The Riddle of the Night 47 VI. A Little Discrepancy 58 VII. "Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before" 72 VIII. Ailsa Lorne 77 IX. Blind Groping 88 X. Another Strand in the Web 101 XI. The Cloudburst 109 XII. The Thunderbolt 120 XIII. A Question of Veracity 127 XIV. A Change in the Program 139 XV. A Clew from the Air 149 XVI. A Bold Stroke 159 XVII. A Blunder and a Discovery 171 XVIII. Springing a Surprise 182 XIX. Picking up Threads 188 XX. "How Sharper Than a Serpent's Tooth" 199 XXI. When Two and Two Make Four 204 XXII. When Four and Four Make Eight 215 XXIII. The Lady at the Gate 226 XXIV. The Mousetrap 237 XXV. The Fly in the Ointment 248 XXVI. The Open Window 260 XXVII. The View Halloo 268 XXVIII. Loisette is Vindicated 279 XXIX. "Quick! Fire!" 287 XXX. Nearing the Truth! 296 XXXI. How the Truth Was Told 304
HAMILTON CLEEK, The Man of the Forty Faces and once known to the Police as "The Vanishing Cracksman," now the great Detective in his various disguises as Monsieur Georges de Lesparre, Philip Barch, George Headland.
LADY KATHERINE FORDHAM, who is in love with
GEOFFREY CLAVERING, the only son and heir of
SIR PHILIP CLAVERING, of Clavering Close, and
COUNT FRANZ DE LOUVISAN, found mysteriously murdered after having forced Lady Katherine to become engaged to him.
AILSA LORNE, Lady Katherine's friend and companion.
It was half-past eleven on the night of Wednesday, April 14th, when the well-known red limousine of Mr. Maverick Narkom, superintendent of Scotland Yard, came abruptly to the head of Mulberry Lane, which, as you may possibly know, is a narrow road skirting one of the loneliest and wildest portions of Wimbledon Common.
Lennard, the chauffeur, put on the brake with such suddenness that the car seemed actually to rise from the earth, performed a sort of buzzing and snorting semicircle, and all but collided with the rear wall of Wuthering Grange before coming to a halt in the narrow road space which lay between that wall and the tree-fringed edge of the great Common.