Israel Zangwill

Israel Zangwill

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Portrait of Israel Zangwill Israel Zangwill The Big Bow Mystery — CHAPTER XII (1895)

And what should you think was the condition of Arthur Constant when the door yielded to my violent exertions and flew open?"
"Why, was he not dead?" gasped the Home Secretary, his heart fluttering violently.
"Dead? A young, healthy fellow like that! When the door flew open Arthur Constant was sleeping the sleep of the just. It was a deep, a very deep sleep, of course, else the blows at his door would long since have awakened him. But all the while Mrs. Drabdump's fancy was picturing her lodger cold and stark the poor young fellow was lying in bed in a nice warm sleep."
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Portrait of Israel Zangwill Israel Zangwill The Big Bow Mystery — CHAPTER XII (1895)

To me now, with my lifelong study of the science of evidence, it seemed possible to commit not merely one, but a thousand crimes that should be absolutely undiscoverable. And yet criminals would go on sinning, and giving themselves away, in the same old grooves—no originality, no dash, no individual insight, no fresh conception! One would imagine there were an Academy of crime with forty thousand armchairs.
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Portrait of Israel Zangwill Israel Zangwill The Big Bow Mystery — CHAPTER XII (1895)

That a man could have been murdered in a thoroughly inaccessible room savored of the ages of magic. The redoubtable Wimp, who had been blazoned as my successor, fell back on the theory of suicide. The mystery would have slept till my death, but—I fear—for my own ingenuity. I tried to stand outside myself, and to look at the crime with the eyes of another, or of my old self. I found the work of art so perfect as to leave only one sublimely simple solution.
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