Anthony Trent, Master Criminal. Martyn Wyndham
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Wyndham Martyn
Anthony Trent, Master Criminal
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664593696
Table of Contents
CHAPTER II ANTHONY TRENT TALKS ON CRIME
CHAPTER III THE DAY OF TEMPTATION
CHAPTER V ANTHONY PULLS UP STAKES
CHAPTER VI FOOLING SHYLOCK DRUMMOND
CHAPTER VII THE DANGER OF SENTIMENT
CHAPTER VIII WHEN A WOMAN SMILED
CHAPTER X ANTHONY TRENT SAVES A PIANO
CHAPTER XI ESPIONAGE AT CLOSE RANGE
CHAPTER XII THE SINN FEIN PLOT
CHAPTER XIII ANTHONY TRENT INTERESTS HIMSELF IN POLICE GOSSIP
CHAPTER XIV AMBULANCES AND DIAMONDS
CHAPTER XV THE BARON LENDS A HAND
CHAPTER XVI THE MOUNT AUBYN RUBY
CHAPTER XVII TRENT TAKES A HOLIDAY
CHAPTER XVIII THE GREAT BLACK BIRD
CHAPTER XIX TRENT ACQUIRES A HOME
CHAPTER XX “WANTED—AN EMERALD”
CHAPTER XXI THE MURDER OF ANDREW APTHORPE
CHAPTER XXII A THIEF TO CATCH A THIEF
CHAPTER XXIII THE SECRET OF THE BLACK BAG
CHAPTER XXV ON THE TRAIL OF “THE COUNTESS”
CHAPTER XXVI ANTHONY TRENT—“PAYING GUEST”
CHAPTER XXVII MRS. KINNEY MAKES A CONFESSION
CHAPTER XXVIII THE GERMAN SPY MERCHANT
CHAPTER XXIX MRS. KINNEY INTERVENES
ANTHONY TRENT
CHAPTER I
THE FIRST STEP
AUSTIN the butler gave his evidence in a straightforward fashion. He was a man slightly below middle height, inclined to portliness, but bore himself with the dignity of one who had been likened to an archbishop.
Although he had been examined by a number of minor officials, hectored by them, threatened or cajoled as they interpreted their duty, his testimony remained the same. And when he hoped this tedious business was all over, he was brought before Inspector McWalsh and compelled to begin all over again. It was McWalsh’s theory that a man may be startled into telling the truth that will convict him. He had a habit of leaning forward, chin thrust out, great fists clenched, and hurling accusations at suspects.
He disliked Austin at sight. The feeling was not wholly of national origin. McWalsh liked witnesses, no less than criminals, to exhibit some indications of the terrors his name had inspired to the guilty. Austin gazed about him as though the surroundings were not to his taste. His attitude was one of deferential boredom. He recognized the inspector as one representing justly constituted authority to be accepted with respect in everything but a social sense.
Inspector McWalsh permitted himself to make jocose remarks as to Austin’s personal appearance. McWalsh passed for a wit among his inferiors.
“At half past twelve on Tuesday I came into the library,” the butler repeated patiently, “and asked Mr. Warren if he wanted anything before I went to bed.”
“What did he say?” demanded the inspector.
“That he did not want anything and that I could go to bed.”
“And you did?”
“Naturally,” the butler returned.
“What duties have you the last thing before retiring?”
“I see that the doors and windows are fastened.”
The inspector sneered. The small black eyes set in his heavy red face regarded the smaller man malevolently.
“And you did it so damn well that within an hour or so, ten thousand dollars’