Montague Shirley was as antithetical from the veteran detective
as a man could well be. A noted athlete in his university, he
possessed a society rating in New York, at Newport and Tuxedo,
and on the Continent which was the envy of many a gilded youth
born to the purple.
On leaving college, despite an ample patrimony, he had curiously
enough entered the lists as a newspaper man. From the sporting
page he was graduated to police news, then the city desk, at last
closing his career as the genius who invented the weekly Sunday
thriller, in many colors of illustration and vivacious Gallic
style which interpreted into heart throbs and goose-flesh the
real life romances and tragedies of the preceding six days! He
had conquered the paper-and-ink world--then deep within there
stirred the call for participation in the game itself.
So, dropping quietly into the apparently indolent routine of club
existence, he had devoted his experience and genius to analytical
criminology--a line of endeavor known only to five men in the
world.
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