“The murders are
most ingeniously planned and executed, and even Dr. Priestley is put to a
severe test before the story is ended.” —The New York Times
Constable Frean had
an unpleasant sensation that he was not, as he seemed to be, patrolling a
respectable London suburb, but was back at the Front in the year 1918, enduring
a particularly vicious bombardment. Crash! With a roar like a bursting shell
the roof of a nearby house blew off. Heading a rescue party, the constable
found part of the house in ruins, and the owner, Sir Andrew Wiggenhall,
missing. Eventually, his remains, or part of them, were discovered in the
garden. Thus passed the Chairman of the Board of Porslin Ltd.
Some months later
another member of the same board of directors died in mysterious circumstances.
Still another followed shortly.