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J. S. Fletcher. Murder of the Ninth Baronet
Murder of the Ninth Baronet
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. GONE!—BUT WHERE?
CHAPTER II. SEDBURY MANOR
CHAPTER III. MRS. ROBBINS TALKS
CHAPTER IV. THE UNCURTAINED WINDOW
CHAPTER V. DUTCHMAN’S CUT
CHAPTER VI. THE SUSPECT DISAPPEARS
CHAPTER VII. DIAMONDS!
CHAPTER VIII. THE RESTAURANT CAR
CHAPTER IX. POWER OF THE PRESS
CHAPTER X. THE PANAMA HAT
CHAPTER XI. THE SERVANTS’ HALL
CHAPTER XII. WARRINER’S WHARF
CHAPTER XIII. MALMESBURY MANSIONS
CHAPTER XIV. THE NIGHT-CLUB
CHAPTER XV. CONSULTATION AND REVELATION
CHAPTER XVI. THE TWO TELEGRAMS
CHAPTER XVII. LADY SYBIL’S BRIDGE
CHAPTER XVIII. BATTY ONCE MORE
CHAPTER XIX. THE CORONER TAKES OVER
CHAPTER XX. THE SAW
CHAPTER XXI. MR. PILSEY’S SHOP
CHAPTER XXII. BLOODHOUNDS
CHAPTER XXIII. THE AMBASSADOR’S CUPBOARD
CHAPTER XXIV. BOLTED, BARRED, SHUTTERED
CHAPTER XXV. GRANDMOTHER’S BUREAU
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J. S. Fletcher
Published by Good Press, 2021
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“What I can tell,” responded Sir Stephen, “is just this. Yesterday afternoon, about three o’clock, my neighbour Mr. Henry Marston, of Sedbury Manor, who is just about my own age and has known me ever since we were all boys together, came to me with a strange story—he was very much agitated. He said that the previous evening there came to his house, very late, a man who, on securing an interview with him, announced himself as John Maxtondale. Now, my brother John and Henry Marston were old schoolfellows and had always, as boys, been very close friends, and their friendship had lasted until John’s disappearance—Marston, indeed, had been the very last person to see John before he went away so suddenly. Of course Marston had believed him dead, and he was of the opinion, at first, that this caller was an impostor. But within a few minutes, according to his own account, he began to think differently. He put certain very searching questions to his visitor, which were answered promptly and satisfactorily; moreover, knowing that John Maxtondale had a very peculiar birth-mark on his upper left arm, he got the man to turn up his sleeve—the birth-mark was there! Marston came to the conclusion that he had the real John Maxtondale before him.”
“Yes?” said Chaney, as Sir Stephen paused. “Well, did he give Mr. Marston any explanation of his movements during the time—a great many years!—that had elapsed since his disappearance?”
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