Be that as it may, Police Constable Farrow’s serenity was not disturbed until a doctor’s motor car panted along the avenue from Easton and pulled up with a jerk in front of him. The doctor, frowning with anxiety, looked out, and recognition was mutual. “Have you got the man?” he asked, and the words were jerked out rather than spoken.“What man, sir?” inquired Farrows, saluting. “The man who shot Mr. Fenley. (…) Good Heavens!” cried the doctor. “Haven’t you been told? Why are you here? Mr. Fenley was shot dead on his own doorstep nearly an hour ago.
Journalist then profligate novelist, Louis Tracy (1863-1928) has written stories of future wars, adventures novels and, above all, crime fiction, the mystery and thriller genres becoming finally the prominent features of his litterary career. Louis Tracy probably is one of the ‘best kept secrets’ of the British detective litterature, and the time has come to rediscover the investigations of brilliant sollicitor Reginald Brett, in a novel of 1915.
Foreword by Jean-Daniel Brèque