Inspector French: Sir John Magill’s Last Journey
From the Collins Crime Club archive, the sixth Inspector French novel by Freeman Wills Crofts, once dubbed ‘The King of Detective Story Writers’.A MURDER MYSTERY WITHOUT A CLUEWhen Sir John Magill, the wealthy Irish industrialist, fails to show up at his home town on a well-publicised visit, neither his family nor the Belfast police can explain his disappearance. Foul play is suspected when his bloodstained hat is discovered, and Scotland Yard is called in. With his characteristic genius for reconstruction, Inspector French evolves a gruesome theory about what happened to the elderly man, but his reputation – and that of Scotland Yard – will depend on finding out who was responsible . . .
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FREEMAN WILLS CROFTS
Inspector French and Sir John Magillâs Last Journey
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First published in Great Britain by Wm Collins Sons & Co. Ltd 1930
Copyright © Estate of Freeman Wills Crofts 1930
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Source ISBN: 9780008190736
Ebook Edition © March 2017 ISBN: 9780008190743
Version: 2017-01-23
TO MY MANY GOOD FRIENDS IN NORTHERN IRELAND
For the sake of verisimilitude the scenes of this story have been laid in real places. All the characters introduced, however, are wholly imaginary, and if the name of any living person has been used, this has been done inadvertently and no reference to such person is intended.
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Chapter 1: Scotland Yard
Chapter 2: Knightsbridge
Chapter 3: Belfast
Chapter 4: Belfast
Chapter 5: Lurigan
Chapter 6: Lurigan: London: Belfast
Chapter 7: Lurigan
Chapter 8: Belfast
Chapter 9: Stranraer
Chapter 10: Portpatrick
Chapter 11: London
Chapter 12: Scotland Yard
Chapter 13: London: Barrow: Newcastle
Chapter 14: Castle-Douglas
Chapter 15: Kirkandrews Bay
Chapter 16: Cumberland
Chapter 17: Glasgow
Chapter 18: Campbeltown
Chapter 19: London to Stranraer
Chapter 20: Stranraer
Chapter 21: London to Plymouth
Chapter 22: The Cave Hill
Footnote
About the Author
Also in this Series
About the Publisher
It was on Monday morning, the 7th of October, that Inspector French first heard the name of Sir John Magill. A commonplace name enough, certainly a name bearing no suggestion of exasperating mystery, still less of grim and hideous tragedy. All the same there came a time when French might well have said of it, as Queen Mary is supposed to have said of that of Calais, that when he died it would be found graven on his heart.
For the Sir John Magill Case proved perhaps the most terribly baffling of all the baffling cases French had tackled. Never had truth seemed so elusive, nor had he been put to such shifts to capture it, as during that long-drawn-out inquiry. Never had his conviction been stronger that crime, ugly and sinister, lurked behind the activities he was investigating, yet seldom had the proof that all was well seemed more convincing. In short, many times before the case dragged on to its inevitable and dramatic close French found himself wishing nothing so much as that he had never heard of the unfortunate man who gave it its name.
French had had a busy year. Since the night, now thirteen months past, when he and Sergeant Carter had fought for their lives and the life of Molly Moran on the deck of that spectral launch in Southampton Water, he had handled no less than five major cases. Moreover, four months of the time had been spent with a score of associates in trying to trace the author of one of those terrible series of sex murders which every now and then recall the shuddering days of Jack the Ripper. By the time this unhappy madman had been laid by the heels, September was well advanced, and then had come the blissful break of Frenchâs annual holidays.
He had spent it among the old world towns and rocky hills of Provence. When he was tracing the movements of the Pykes in the Burry Port-Dartmoor tragedy he had worked along the French Riviera and up through the Rhône Valley to Lyons and Paris. He remembered that Jefferson Pyke had recommended a stay at Avignon, and the night he had spent there on that investigation had convinced him of the excellence of the advice. Accordingly this autumn he had made the old city of the popes his headquarters. From there he and Mrs French had explored the country by automobile excursion, had marvelled at the arenas of Arles and Nîmes, with bated breath had crossed the Pont du Gard, had seen mediævalism in the walls and towers of Aigues Mortes, had climbed through the sinister ruins of Les Baux; in short, as far as fourteen brief days would allow, had steeped themselves in the enthralling atmosphere of Roman France. And now he had scarcely settled down to a winterâs work when the name of Sir John Magill had flashed into his firmament as a portent of menace and evil.
