THE MAN IN LOWER TEN

By Mary Roberts Rinehart

CONTENTS

THE MAN IN LOWER TEN


CHAPTER I.   I GO TO PITTSBURG

CHAPTER II.   A TORN TELEGRAM

CHAPTER III.   ACROSS THE AISLE

CHAPTER IV.   NUMBERS SEVEN AND NINE

CHAPTER V.   THE WOMAN IN THE NEXT CAR

CHAPTER VI.   THE GIRL IN BLUE

CHAPTER VII.   A FINE GOLD CHAIN

CHAPTER VIII.   THE SECOND SECTION

CHAPTER IX.   THE HALCYON BREAKFAST

CHAPTER X.   MISS WEST'S REQUEST

CHAPTER XI.   THE NAME WAS SULLIVAN

CHAPTER XII.   THE GOLD BAG

CHAPTER XIII.   FADED ROSES

CHAPTER XIV.   THE TRAP-DOOR

CHAPTER XV.   THE CINEMATOGRAPH

CHAPTER XVI.   THE SHADOW OF A GIRL

CHAPTER XVII.   AT THE FARM-HOUSE AGAIN

CHAPTER XVIII.   A NEW WORLD

CHAPTER XIX.   AT THE TABLE NEXT

CHAPTER XX.   THE NOTES AND A BARGAIN

CHAPTER XXI.   Mc KNIGHT'S THEORY

CHAPTER XXII.   AT THE BOARDING-HOUSE

CHAPTER XXIII.   A NIGHT AT THE LAURELS

CHAPTER XXIV.   HIS WIFE'S FATHER

CHAPTER XXV.   AT THE STATION

CHAPTER XXVI.   ON TO RICHMOND

CHAPTER XXVII.   THE SEA, THE SAND, THE STARS

CHAPTER XXVIII.      ALISON'S STORY

CHAPTER XXIX.   IN THE DINING-ROOM

CHAPTER XXX.   FINER DETAILS

CHAPTER XXXI.   AND ONLY ONE ARM

THE MAN IN LOWER TEN

CHAPTER I. I GO TO PITTSBURG

McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business. I never liked it, and since the strange case of the man in lower ten, I have been a bit squeamish. Given a case like that, where you can build up a network of clues that absolutely incriminate three entirely different people, only one of whom can be guilty, and your faith in circumstantial evidence dies of overcrowding. I never see a shivering, white-faced wretch in the prisoners' dock that I do not hark back with shuddering horror to the strange events on the Pullman car Ontario, between Washington and Pittsburg, on the night of September ninth, last.

McKnight could tell the story a great deal better than I, although he can not spell three consecutive words correctly. But, while he has imagination and humor, he is lazy.

"It didn't happen to me, anyhow," he protested, when I put it up to him. "And nobody cares for second-hand thrills. Besides, you want the unvarnished and ungarnished truth, and I'm no hand for that. I'm a lawyer."

So am I, although there have been times when my assumption in that particular has been disputed. I am unmarried, and just old enough to dance with the grown-up little sisters of the girls I used to know. I am fond of outdoors, prefer horses to the aforesaid