Louis Joseph Vance

The Brass Bowl Louis Joseph Vance

A stirring romance set in New York city. '...across the black polished wood of the writing-bed. It left a dark, heavy line. And beside it, clearly defined in the heavy layer of dust, was the silhouette of a hand; a woman's hand, small, delicate, unmistakably feminine of contour. "Well!" declared Maitland frankly, "I am damned!" Further and closer inspection developed the fact that the imprint had been only recently made. Within the hour, --unless Maitland were indeed mad or dreaming, --a woman had stood by that desk and rested a hand, palm down, upon it; not yet had the dust had time to settle and blur the sharp outlines. Maitland shook his head with bewilderment, thinking of the grey girl. But no. He rejected his half-formed explanation--the obvious one. Besides, what had he there worth a thief's while? Beyond a few articles of "virtue and bigotry" and his pictures, there was nothing valuable in the entire flat. His papers? But he had nothing; a handful of letters, cheque book, a pass book, a japanned tin despatch box containing...'