Lord Loudwater was a perfectly detestable person so, when he was found stabbed to death in his study, there were no shortage of suspects. Was the murderer the much abused wife who he had threatened with scandal and divorce? Or the wounded Colonel Gray who had fallen in love with her? Or the fiancee who he had jilted? Or had the butler, who had just been dismissed, done it? Or, had it been an act of suicide? With a surfeit of suspects, all of whom are lying, it falls to Detective Flexen to answer this question in The Loudwater Mystery This classic book was handcrafted by Resurrected Press....
Lord Loudwater was a perfectly detestable person so, when he was found stabbed to death in his study, there were no shortage of suspects. Was the murd...
Arsene Lupin is a fictional character who appears in a book series of detective fiction novels written by French writer Maurice Leblanc, as well as a number of sequels and numerous film, television, stage play and comic book adaptations. A contemporary of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Maurice Leblanc (1864-1941) was the creator of the character of gentleman thief Arsene Lupin who, in Francophone countries, has enjoyed a popularity as long-lasting and considerable as Sherlock Holmes in the English-speaking world."
Arsene Lupin is a fictional character who appears in a book series of detective fiction novels written by French writer Maurice Leblanc, as well as a ...
"I WAS passing through the waiting-room of the Morning Journal on a certain evening last year when my attention was drawn to a man seated in a corner. He was dressed in black and his appearance was that of the deepest dejection. In fact upon his face I read the most melancholy despair. He was not weeping, his eyes were dry and almost expressionless and received the impression of exterior objects like motionless ice. He had placed upon his knees a small oaken chest, ornamented with ironwork. His hands were crossed over this object and hung down, accentuating his dejected appearance."
"I WAS passing through the waiting-room of the Morning Journal on a certain evening last year when my attention was drawn to a man seated in a corner....
"I WAS passing through the waiting-room of the Morning Journal on a certain evening last year when my attention was drawn to a man seated in a corner. He was dressed in black and his appearance was that of the deepest dejection. In fact upon his face I read the most melancholy despair. He was not weeping, his eyes were dry and almost expressionless and received the impression of exterior objects like motionless ice. He had placed upon his knees a small oaken chest, ornamented with ironwork. His hands were crossed over this object and hung down, accentuating his dejected appearance."
"I WAS passing through the waiting-room of the Morning Journal on a certain evening last year when my attention was drawn to a man seated in a corner....
