Produced by Audrey Longhurst, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) ANDERSON CROW DETECTIVE BY GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON Author of "Brewster's Millions," "Truxton King," "Sherry," etc. _ILLUSTRATED BY_ _JOHN T. McCUTCHEON_ NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1920 COPYRIGHT, 1918, 1919, 1920 BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, INC. VAIL-BALLOU COMPANY BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK [Illustration: _Three seconds later the two youngsters had the ear of Anderson Crow_] CONTENTS A NIGHT TO BE REMEMBERED "YOU ARE INVITED TO BE PRESENT" THE PERFECT END OF A DAY THE BEST MAN WINS VICIOUS LUCIUS THE VEILED LADY AND THE SHADOW THE ASTONISHING ACTS OF ANNA NO QUESTIONS ANSWERED SHADES OF THE GARDEN OF EDEN! JAKE MILLER HANGS HIMSELF ILLUSTRATIONS Three seconds later the two youngsters had the ear of Anderson Crow "Wha--what was that you said?" gasped her husband, flopping back in the seat Then, a hundred feet ahead, his lights fell upon the dauntless, abandoned flivver Words failed Mr. Crow The Rev. Mr. Maltby, pastor of the Congregational Church, happened to be passing the town hall Several heartbroken gentlemen threatened to shoot themselves "The celebrated Anderson Crow?" asked the man with the glasses The Marshal started off in the direction of the "shanty" "I--I surrender! I give in!" he yelled Something terrible must have happened or Marshal Crow wouldn't be summoned in any such imperative manner as this In the centre of this group was the new candidate for town marshal Harry Squires stepped to the front of the platform When they appeared on the street together He altered his course, and as she passed him, the flat of the spade landed with impelling force Eight or ten people were congregated in front of the Fry house The veiled lady made her daily excursions in the big high-powered car Yanking open the screen-door, he plunged headlong into the softly lighted veranda He was surrounded by conquerors Over him stood two men with pistols levelled at the white, terrified face "Hold on, Mort!" called out Mr. Crow. "Don't monkey with that trunk" His wife was now standing guard over it on the porch of the Grand View Hotel These smiling, complacent women formed the Death Watch that was to witness the swift, inevitable finish of the Sunlight Bar At the trial he was shamelessly complimentary about Mrs. Nixon's pie "I am going to reveal to you the true facts in the case of our late lamented friend, Jake Miller" ANDERSON CROW, DETECTIVE A NIGHT TO BE REMEMBERED