He was sprawled awkwardly, face downwards, with his feet near to where Mannering stood. Blows seemed to have been rained on him, and a heavy poker had evidently broken the back of his skull, because grey hairs were still adhering to it where it had been thrown into the hearth. His clothes were torn, too, so he must have fought hard. Chairs were overturned and smashed. A china vase and clock had been swept off the mantelpiece; Mannering saw that the hands of the clock had stopped at half-past two.
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 Scotland Yard brightests, Winter and Furneaux, in a novel of 1928.
Foreword by Jean-Daniel Brèque