Ashton-Kirk, Criminologist

HE WAS STEADFASTLY WATCHING THE GIRL
To my friend
Edward W. Mumford
It is always a task of much difficulty to select an experience of Ashton-Kirk's from among the many which have been set down in the records under his name.
A maze of episodes in these records attracts the mind, and one finds there a train of singular adventures, any one of which would make a book. The experiences which go to make up the volume Ashton-Kirk, Investigator were chosen because they dealt with a rather arabesque murder, the hidden features of which were brought to light in an extraordinary way. In Ashton-Kirk, Secret Agent, the elements seemed uniquely mixed, and shed an unusual light upon the windings of European diplomacy.
In the third volume, Ashton-Kirk, Special Detective, the note of horror was rung shrilly, and the confident talents of this extraordinary young man were brought smartly into play. It may be that the appearance in this history of the detective's big, good-natured, strong-handed friend, Bat Scanlon, had something to do with its finding a place in this series. In the present book this engaging personality has again a part in the drama.
But aside from this influence, the episode makes a powerful appeal; the brilliancy of the criminologist's work in the case treated here would surely have compelled a place for it in any list of his experiences.

Impatiently, Ashton-Kirk threw down the last of the morning newspapers.
Commonplace, said he. And sordid. I am inclined to agree with De Quincey's 'Toad-in-the-Hole' that the age of great criminals has passed.
The man to whom he spoke sat opposite him in the lounging room of Scanlon's Gymnasium; a pair of puffy white hands were folded over a bloated paunch; he had a sodden air of over-feeding and over-stimulation.