She said it with an assurance that made me wonder. It was only then that I recollected that it had been one of the excuses for printing her picture in the society columns of the Star so often that the pretty daughter of the president of the Continental was being ardently wooed by two of the company's younger officials. Granville Barnes himself was one. The other was Rodman Lane, the young general manager. I wished now that I had paid more attention to the society news. Perhaps I should have been in a better position to judge which of them it was whom she really had chosen. As it was, two questions presented themselves to me. Was it Barnes? And had Barnes really been the victim of an attack-or of an accident?
Arthur Benjamin Reeve (October 15, 1880 - August 9, 1936) was an American mystery writer. He is best known for creating the series character Professor Craig Kennedy, sometimes called "The American Sherlock Holmes", and Kennedy's Dr. Watson-like sidekick Walter Jameson, a newspaper reporter, in 18 detective novels. The bulk of Reeve's fame is based on the 82 Craig Kennedy stories, published in Cosmopolitan magazine between 1910 and 1918. These were collected in book form; with the third collection, the short stories were stitched together into pseudo-novels. The 12-volume Craig Kennedy Stories were released in 1918; it reissued Reeve's books-to-date as a matched set.
I'm reading these books as a series, so my view may be prejudiced by a surfeit of Craig Kennedy. This offering seemed a little less good than the previous few, even granting my usual willingness to suspend disbelief and cope with a certain amount of formula writing. These stories were very obviously churned out and written solely for the purpose of talking about whatever whiz-bang "scientific" discovery the author had recently read about. The result: extremely long lead-ups during which all women are either beautiful, pathetic, intelligent, bent on evil, or adventuresses; questionable use of lie detection and Freudian psychology; lengthy paragraphs where Kennedy clearly *knows* but of course doesn't talk to anyone about it; and two-sentence reveals in front of all the dramatis personae.
As I’ve said in the past short story collections don’t usually rank high in my ratings. However this book does deserve 3½ stars. It’s only downfall to me was the very Abrupt endings.