The Story of a Thumb-Mark
Remarkable Detection of a Murder
I.
“You’ll be very sorry for this, uncle.” I.
The speaker was a young man—little more than a lad, indeed, to judge by his smooth face, though in figure he was stalwart and well set up. He spoke passionately as he closed the door and came out. He did not go back to his desk in the counting house, but passed straight from his uncle’s private office to the street, snatching his hat from the wall in the passage as he left.
“Another row with the governor. Mark my words,” said one of the clerks to his neighbor, “that young fellow will come to no good.”
The “governor” thus referred to was sole representative of the firm of Anthony Greig & Co., situated in one of the large seaport towns in the west of England. Nearly a hundred men and women were employed in the factory, and the firm’s trade mark, a ship in full sail, was known all the world over on their packages of flour, meal, and biscuits. Greig’s biscuits were sucked by babies everywhere—from England to the antipodes, from Shanghai to San Francisco; ladies crumbled Greig’s… Read More