The Body in the Library

NEARER AND NEARER to the bed the intruder stole… a finger and thumb ready to pick up a fold of skin, in the other hand the hypodermic was ready.

But suddenly, from the shadows, an iron grasp seized the hand that held the needle.

An unemotional voice, the voice of the law, said: “No you don’t. I want that needle!” The light switched on and from his pillows CONWAY JEFFERSON looked grimly at the murderer of RUBY KEENE.