By Edmund Crispin
Gervase Fen, Oxford don, useless and kooky beginner detective, including the self-effacing Detective Inspector Humbleby, resolve one of the most strange instances within the annals of crime.
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The two lots proved to be substantially different—which unless one of them had been faked was a scientific impossibility. ” Fen smiled. ” he asked. The Man Who Lost His Head London clubs are not usually much frequented in the earlier hours of the day; so that when Sir Gerald McComas entered the main smoking-room of the United University shortly after 8:30 that sultry June morning, he found Gervase Fen in sole occupation. The two men were only slightly acquainted, and Fen was consequently a shade surprised when the millionaire art collector came over and settled down beside him.
It was Gina, radiant, who produced the first piece of news at their next meeting after the week had elapsed. “A letter this morning from Grandfather,” she exulted. “Very apologetic, and will I please forgive him and go and visit him again as soon as I possibly can. But he doesn’t explain why, and—” “The ‘why’, I fancy,” said Fen, “is a letter he had from me, enclosing an authoritative laboratory report… Incidentally, I too have had an apology from him. He was pretty chilly when I went to see him, although he allowed me to do what I wanted (and also unwittingly gave me the chance to pay an unauthorized visit to a certain bedroom).
If only—Fen reflected—if only one knew more about the girl herself: for instance, where she was likely to have gone, and what she was likely to have done, on these rambles of hers. But Francis Merrill had refused even to meet Fen; and the reverend mother had been unable to produce any information about Mary more specific and instructive than the statement that she had been a friendly, trusting, ordinary sort of child… “I suppose,” said Fen, collapsing into a chair, “that it’s quite certain Sister St.