THE STOLEN GRAVESTONE It was a straightforward case: somebody stole a 400-pound gravestone from the grave of pastry-maker Frank Jansky, and left only a pair of rubber boots. How would you proceed if you were a 6 foot 4 inch Chinaman named Saul Wing? Would you take a walk down Chicago’s South Street, known as “Gyp Row”, conversing with every con artist and grifter you met? If so, you might be able to solve one of the most baffling webwork mysteries ever typed by the master, Harry Stephen Keeler. Introduced by Keeler scholar Francis M. Nevins, this novel has never been published in any language until now. |