Mr. Stevenson's distinct contribution to detective literature is Jim Godfrey--urbane, shrewd, level-headed reporter, who attacks each new mystery as eagerly as if it were his first. What a delight a detective who loves to detect is; and what absorbing secrets has Mr. Stevenson evolved for Jim Godrey, and the thousands who have followed his career, to solve."But what is it all about?" I questioned. "Why should that light descend every midnight? What is the light, anyway?" "That's what I've brought you out here to find out. You've got four clear days ahead of you--and I'll be at your disposal from midnight on, if you happen to need me." "But you must have some sort of idea about it," I persisted. "At least you know whose roof those figures were standing on." "Yes, I know that. The roof belongs to a man named Worthington Vaughan. Ever hear of him?" I shook my head. "Neither had I," said Godfrey, "up to the time I took this place. Even yet, I don't know very much. He's the last of an old family, who made their money in real estate, and are supposed to have kept most of it. He's a widower with one daughter. His wife died about ten years ago, and since then he has been a sort of recluse, and has the reputation of being queer. He has been abroad a good deal, and it is only during the last year that he has lived continuou
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