Lady detective Dora Myrl and Paul Beck eventually join forces in this brisk mystery.

Excerpt from The Capture of Paul Beck I beg your pardon - I mean it was sheer presumption. I know well I'm not fit to tie your shoe-string. But have a little pity on a chap. I couldn't hold in; Upon my soul I couldn't. Don't refuse me straight away; give me a little hope. I don't want you to say Yes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER V A TRANSFORMATION The accident proved nothing worse than a simple fracture readily reduced. When Armitage called to see the patient next day he found him lying on the flat of his back, calmly contemplating his left leg cased in plaster of paris, pale, but cheerful and voluble. "Sit down there, old chap--there in the light, where I can have a good look at you. You held me back out of heaven, I hear, when I was half way through the golden gate, but I bear no grudge. I'm in no hurry there yet awhile. This old ball with its crowd of jolly sinners is good enough for me." He took breath and ran on before Armitage could say a word. "The policeman has just been here. I told him it was no fault of old Goggles; decent old chap; offered to come down handsomely if I wanted money, which I don't. Besides, it was I ran into the car. I'd have come out in another world, he tells me, if it weren't for you. I'm not good at the thankee stunt, but if ever you feel like running into an automobile give me the chance to pull you out. Shake!" He stretched out a long arm from under the bedclothes. Armitage had another little spasm of surprise when their hands met. They were identical as the features and figure. The two men seemed to have been cast in the same mould. The pale face on the pillow smiled wanly. "Yes," he answered Armitage's look, "we might have been brothers. I wish we were. I have got none. Say, you'd like to know who I am and all about me, and how I came under the wheels of the automobile? The last is simple enough. I'd been celebrating. The extra bottle of ' fizz ' at dinner knocked me over. But that's the wrong end of the story. Let me begin with an introduction to the hero. Cyril M. Littledale at your service, 7 West Avenue, New York, ...

Kathleen Gregory Klein traces female paid, professional private investigators in British, Canadian, and American novels, revealing that the detective novel is both a reflection of and potential barrier to social change for women. This edition adds sixty new female private eyes to the roster and includes an afterword that assesses the current state of the genre's new and old novels. A comprehensive bibliography and a character list update the field through mid-1994.