The Man Who Knew. Edgar Wallace

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       Edgar Wallace

      The Man Who Knew

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664640314

       CHAPTER I

       THE MAN IN THE LABORATORY

       CHAPTER II

       THE GIRL WHO CRIED

       CHAPTER III

       FOUR IMPORTANT CHARACTERS

       CHAPTER IV

       THE ACCOUNTANT AT THE BANK

       CHAPTER V

       JOHN MINUTE'S LEGACY

       CHAPTER VI

       THE MAN WHO KNEW

       CHAPTER VII

       INTRODUCING MR. REX HOLLAND

       CHAPTER VIII

       SERGEANT SMITH CALLS

       CHAPTER IX

       FRANK MERRILL AT THE ALTAR

       CHAPTER X

       A MURDER

       CHAPTER XI

       THE CASE AGAINST FRANK MERRILL

       CHAPTER XII

       THE TRIAL OF FRANK MERRILL

       CHAPTER XIII

       THE MAN WHO CAME TO MONTREUX

       CHAPTER XIV

       THE MAN WHO LOOKED LIKE FRANK

       CHAPTER XV

       A LETTER IN THE GRATE

       CHAPTER XVI

       THE COMING OF SERGEANT SMITH

       CHAPTER XVII

       THE MAN CALLED "MERRILL"

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      The room was a small one, and had been chosen for its remoteness from the dwelling rooms. It had formed the billiard room, which the former owner of Weald Lodge had added to his premises, and John Minute, who had neither the time nor the patience for billiards, had readily handed over this damp annex to his scientific secretary.

      Along one side ran a plain deal bench which was crowded with glass stills and test tubes. In the middle was as plain a table, with half a dozen books, a microscope under a glass shade, a little wooden case which was opened to display an array of delicate scientific instruments, a Bunsen burner, which was burning bluely under a small glass bowl half filled with a dark and turgid concoction of some kind.

      The face of the man sitting at the table watching this unsavory stew was hidden behind a mica and rubber mask, for the fumes which were being given off by the fluid were neither pleasant nor healthy. Save for a shaded light upon the table and the blue glow of the Bunsen lamp, the room was in darkness. Now and again the student would take a glass rod, dip it for an instant into the boiling liquid, and, lifting it, would allow the liquid drop by drop to fall from the rod on to a strip of litmus paper. What he saw was evidently satisfactory, and presently he turned out the Bunsen lamp, walked to the window and opened it, and switched on an electric fan to aid the process of ventilation.

      He removed his mask, revealing the face of a good-looking young man, rather pale, with a slight dark mustache and heavy, black, wavy hair. He closed the window, filled his pipe from the well-worn pouch which he took

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