| "Of a truth you are a charming fellow, monsieur.... What a pity you should be a police spy and upon so hopeless a case." | Frontis. | | (See Chap. XII) | | Pulling their hair—rubbing their faces with a clean handkerchief in quest of any trace of "make-up" or disguise of any sort | Chap. I | | Swinging the hammer, he struck at the nymph with a force that shattered the monstrous thing to atoms | Chap. VI | | With that he stripped down the counterpane, lifted the water-jug from its washstand and emptied its contents over the mattresses | Chap. XI |
CLEEK, THE MASTER DETECTIVE
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