The Master Mystery

Peter Brent sat nervously smoking in the library of his great house Brent Rock. He was a man of about forty-five or-six-a typical shrewd business man. Something however was evidently on his mind for though he tried to conceal it he lacked the self-assurance that was habitually his before the world. A scowl clouded his face as the door of the library was flung open and he heard voices in the hall. A tall spare long-haired man forced his way in crushing his soft black hat in his hands.