Jimmie Kentland, a reporter for the Chicago Sun, was not too happy even though he was ‘subbing’ for the Night City Editor. Things hadn’t been breaking right. Suddenly his eye lighted on an illiterate note lying on the desk. He read it, then dashed out.
“Number 1700, Crilly Court,” he shouted to the taxi driver, “and step on it.”
Thud—the taxi stopped suddenly. Kentland knew by the sound and feel that a human body had been hit. In the street lay a dark young woman, motionless.
“To the hospital, quick,” ordered Kentland. He took one long, lingering look at the young woman, the kind that wants to remember something—and then started once again in the taxi for Number 1700 Crilly Court.
It was an Oriental antique shop—mysterious looking, silent. Kentland opened the door.
“'Am I too late?” he asked, as he saw the proprietor stretched out on the floor and pinned with a dagger which had hung on the wall of the shop. As he looked around the place he saw a picture entitled “The Man from Saturn”—and the face had been cut out.
It was the long arm of a curious little clue that eventually led Kentland to the secret power that had brought death to the curio dealer and revealed to Kentland something that eventually cleared up a lot of other things, particularly something about a beautiful, dark, young woman who had been taken to a hospital and almost forgotten."
还没人写过短评呢