The thing wouldn't have happened if any other constable than Collins had been put on point duty
at Blackfriars Bridge that morning. For Collins was young good-looking and knew it. Nature
had gifted him with a susceptible heart and a fond eye for the beauties of femininity. So when
he looked round and saw the woman threading her way through the maze of vehicles at Dead Man's
Corner with her skirt held up just enough to show two twinkling little feet in French shoes
and over them a graceful willowy figure and over that an enchanting if rather too highly
tinted face with almond eyes and a fluff of shining hair under the screen of a big Parisian
hat that did for him on the spot..... Reprint of the detective novel starring Hamilton Cleek
the master of disguise. Originally published in 1912.
