The Middle of Things
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Fletcher Joseph Smith. The Middle of Things
CHAPTER I. FACED WITH REALITY
CHAPTER II. NUMBER SEVEN IN THE SQUARE
CHAPTER III. WHO WAS MR. ASHTON?
CHAPTER IV. THE RING AND THE KNIFE
CHAPTER V. LOOK FOR THAT MAN!
CHAPTER VI. SPECULATIONS
CHAPTER VII. WHAT WAS THE SECRET?
CHAPTER VIII. NEWS FROM ARCADIA
CHAPTER IX. LOOKING BACKWARD
CHAPTER X. THE PARISH REGISTER
CHAPTER XI. WHAT HAPPENED IN PARIS
CHAPTER XII. THE GREY MARE INN
CHAPTER XIII. THE JAPANESE CABINET
CHAPTER XIV. THE ELLINGHAM MOTTO
CHAPTER XV. THE PRESENT HOLDER
CHAPTER XVI. THE OUTHOUSE
CHAPTER XVII. THE CLAIMANT
CHAPTER XVIII. LET HIM APPEAR!
CHAPTER XIX. UNDER EXAMINATION
CHAPTER XX. SURPRISING READINESS
CHAPTER XXI. THE MARSEILLES MEETING
CHAPTER XXII. ON REMAND
CHAPTER XXIII. IS THIS MAN RIGHT?
CHAPTER XXIV. THE BROKEN LETTER
CHAPTER XXV. THROUGH THE TELEPHONE
CHAPTER XXVI. THE DISMAL STREET
CHAPTER XXVII. THE BACK WAY
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE TRUTH
CHAPTER XXIX. WHO IS TO TELL HER?
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Before the sputter of the match had died out, Viner had recognized the man who lay dead at his feet. He was a man about whom he had recently felt some curiosity, a man who, a few weeks before, had come to live in a house close to his own, in company with an elderly lady and a pretty girl; Viner and Miss Penkridge had often seen all three in and about Markendale Square, and had wondered who they were. The man looked as if he had seen things in life—a big, burly, bearded man of apparently sixty years of age, hard, bronzed; something about him suggested sun and wind as they are met with in the far-off places. Usually he was seen in loose, comfortable, semi-nautical suits of blue serge; there was a roll in his walk that suggested the sea. But here, as he lay before Viner, he was in evening dress, with a light overcoat thrown over it; the overcoat was unbuttoned and the shirt-front exposed. And on it that sickening crimson stain widened and widened as Viner watched.
Here, without doubt, was murder, and Viner's thoughts immediately turned to two things—one the hurrying young man whose face he thought he had remembered in some vague fashion; the other the fact that a policeman was slowly pacing up the terrace close by. He turned and ran swiftly up the still deserted passage. And there was the policeman, twenty yards away, coming along with the leisureliness of one who knows that he has a certain area to patrol. He pulled himself to an attitude of watchful attention as Viner ran up to him; then suddenly recognizing Viner as a well-known inhabitant of the Square, touched the rim of his helmet.
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Viner nodded; and the inspector, after giving a few more words of instruction to the sergeant, motioned him to follow; together they went down the passage into Markendale Square.
"Been resident here long, Mr. Viner?" asked the Inspector as they emerged. "I noticed that some of my men knew you. I've only recently come into this part myself."
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