Isabel Ostrander

“ The house was of white stone, wider and more imposing even than its neighbors, but like them with a low, broad entrance door sunk three steps below the level of the street, a smaller tradesmen's entrance some distance away and between them a row of wide, ornate windows. ”

“ To Inspector Druet, seated at his desk in the homicide bureau, there presently came over the wire a well-known voice, husky with ill-suppressed excitement.
"Mac, you old scoundrel!" he exclaimed in affectionate banter. "Where have you been keeping yourself, and what are you doing this time of night?"
"I'm mixing in high society, sir." McCarty's tones were cautious. "I'm in a grand private house up on the Avenue facing the park just above the third side entrance—of the park, I mean, sir—and there'll be quite a little party here soon, I'm thinking. ”

“ Clancy replaced the cigarette case carefully and pointed to something which lay beside the body. It was a huge army pistol and it lay almost within touch of the finger tips of that limp, nerveless right hand.
"I'll have a word with you, Clancy." McCarty turned and shoved his captive into the nearest chair. "Sit there and if you stir I'll blow the head off you." ”

“ After some search they located a desk telephone on the writing table, concealed beneath a bell-shaped bronze ornament and the policeman called up his precinct station house and had the satisfaction of knowing that the message was relayed to the borough headquarters.
"It's too big entirely for them to handle," declared McCarty contemptuously when the other had hung up the receiver. ”