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Title: Malcolm Sage, Detective

Author: Herbert George Jenkins

Release Date: February 14, 2009 [eBook #28084]

Language: English

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MALCOLM SAGE, DETECTIVE

by

HERBERT GEORGE JENKINS

CONTENTS

I Sir John Dene Receives His Orders
II The Strange Case of Mr. Challoner
III Malcolm Sage's Mysterious Movements
IV The Surrey Cattle-Maiming Mystery
V Inspector Wensdale Is Surprised
VI The Stolen Admiralty Memorandum
VII The Outrage at the Garage
VIII Gladys Norman Dines with Thompson
IX The Holding Up of Lady Glanedale
X A Lesson in Deduction
XI The McMurray Mystery
XII The Marmalade Clue
XIII The Gylston Slander
XIV Malcolm Sage Plays Patience
XV The Missing Heavyweight
XVI The Great Fight at the Olympia
XVII Lady Dene Calls on Malcolm Sage

CHAPTER I SIR JOHN DENE RECEIVES HIS ORDERS

I

"John!"

"Yeh!"

"Don't say 'yeh,' say 'yes,' Dorothy dear."

"Yes, Dorothy de----"

Sir John Dene was interrupted in his apology by a napkin-ring
whizzing past his left ear.

"What's wrong?" he enquired, laying aside his paper and picking up
the napkin-ring.

"I'm trying to attract your attention," replied Lady Dene, slipping
from her place at the breakfast-table and perching herself upon the
arm of her husband's chair. She ran her fingers lightly through his
hair. "Are you listening?"

"Sure!"

"Well, what are you going to do for Mr. Sage?"

In his surprise at the question, Sir John Dene jerked up his head to
look at her, and Dorothy's forefinger managed to find the corner of
his eye.

He blinked vigorously, whilst she, crooning apologies into his ear,
dabbed his eye with her handkerchief.

"Now," she said, when the damage had been repaired, "I'll go and sit
down like a proper, respectable wife of a D.S.O.," and she returned
to her seat. "Well?" she dema