The Stowmarket Mystery

"Mr. David Hume."Reginald Brett, barrister-detective, twisted round in his easy-chair to permit the light to fall clearly on the card handed to him by his man-servant."What does Mr. David Hume look like, Smith?" he asked."A gentleman, sir."Well-trained servants never make a mistake when they give such a description of a visitor. Brett was satisfied."Produce him."Then he examined the card."It is odd," he thought. "Mr. David Hume gives no address, and writes his own cards. I like his signature, too. Now, I wonder"The door was thrown open. A tall, well-proportioned young man entered.