XXVII THE SEA, THE SAND, THE STARS

XXVIII ALISON'S STORY

XXIX IN THE DINING-ROOM

XXX FINER DETAILS

XXXI AND ONLY ONE ARM



THE MAN IN LOWER TEN





CHAPTER I

I GO TO PITTSBURG


McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business.
I never liked it, and since the strange case of the man in lower ten,
I have been a bit squeamish. Given a case like that, where you can
build up a network of clues that absolutely incriminate three
entirely different people, only one of whom can be guilty, and your
faith in circumstantial evidence dies of overcrowding. I never see
a shivering, white-faced wretch in the prisoners' dock that I do not