Pulp Fiction, 1924 · page 45 of 180
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By LOUIS TRACY Author of ‘‘ Wings of the Morning,’’ ‘‘ The Token,’’ etc. WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PART 12 HARLES LANSON, an international banker of enormous wealth, possessing great influence in Athens and other European capitals, is stabbed to death by a masked man in the library of his home, Sleaford Castle, in a little English town. Superintendent Wood and his superior, Chief Superintendent Winter of Scotland Yard, place a guard about the huge building and grounds to prevent the assailant’s escape. Lanson’s neurotic daughter, Irene, becomes hysterical. Meanwhile Felix Glen, a cousin of Lanson who parted from the banker in anger earlier in the evening because he refused to agree to marry Irene, is picked up by the police, in company with Victor Denasch, in connection with the assault on a police constable in the ruins of White Friars’ abbey near by. Winter questions Dorothy Temple, companion of Irene, fruitlessly. He learns from Davidson and Trevor, secretaries, tnat Lanson’s chief secretary, Sevastopolo, a Greek, spoke to the dead man by telephone from London shortly before his death. A frightened footman brings word to Winter that Alice Romer, Irene’s maid, has been found dead. CHAPTER IV. made eerie by the messenger’s affrighted as- pect, he could have bellowed with Macbeth: The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced THE TURRET, N_ physique, Winter was the strongest loon! man in Scotland Yard. As for nerves, Where gottest thou that goose look? in the common meaning of the word, he But experienced detectives seldom yield had none. Yet at that whimpered cry, to moods. Still less frequently do they put This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for August 30. 835 oO COMmiclookSse©