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Sanford Embury is found one morning dead in bed. He was an exceptionally healthy man, and absolutely no reason can at first be discovered for his death. His proud, hot tempered wife is at once suspected, for the two had many tiffs about money matters, for although Embury was rich, it pleased his pride to give his wife no ready spending money. Detectives are called in, investigations made. No headway is gained until Fleming Stone and his irresponsible “kid” helper, Fibsy McGuire, appear on the scene. Then the mystery slowly clears, through the aid of a “spook,” a trumped up medium, a pot of raspberry jam and certain information in regard to a “human fly.” Mrs Embury is acquitted, the real murderer at once arrested, and a long delayed love comes at last into its own.
N Y Times 25:153 Ap 4 ’20 350w
Reviewed by M. A. Hopkins
Pub W 97:602 F 21 ’20 240w Sat R 130:262 S 25 ’20 70w
“The story stirs a lively interest in the reader.”
+ Springf’d Republican p11a Mr 14 ’20 160w
“As is common in detective stories of this type, Miss Wells makes considerable demands on her readers’ credulity or ignorance.”
− The Times [London] Lit Sup p426 Jl 1 ’20 160w