Gideon’s Sport g-1 Read online

Page 4


  “What do you want to do as you get older, Barnaby?”

  “Play more tennis, sir,” came the swift answer.

  “Big tennis? Professional tennis?” asked Willison.

  “Only one place means anything to me in tennis, sir. Just one place-and that’s Wimbledon.” Barnaby uttered the name in awe.

  “Wimbledon!” gasped Willison.

  “That’s what you’ve been keeping me for, sir, isn’t it?” asked Barnaby, and Willison quickly recovered his poise and told his harmless white lie.

  “Yes-but I didn’t think you realised it.” After a pause, he went on: “Wimbledon can be murder, Barnaby. You would need a lot of competition and match-practice to get anywhere near the final. You must know that.”

  “I surely do, sir,” said Barnaby, humbly. “But I got one tiling I haven’t shown even you, sir — a surefire winner anywhere I use it. I wanted to wait until I had it perfect; you taught me the value of patience real well!”

  Willison, half-amused, half-amazed, pondered; then asked, almost warily: “How near are you to perfection?”

  “I can show you any time,” declared Barnaby. “All we need is a tennis court with no one looking on, Mr Willison. Maybe if one of your friends would let me show you on a private court —” He looked shyly hopeful.

  Three days later, he gave his demonstration; and Willison was astounded.

  Barnaby had a fireball service which no player in the world was ever likely to be able to return. He admitted that he didn’t know exactly how he did it: there was something in the way his biceps and forearm muscles flexed and merged in tremendous power at the moment of contact between gut and ball. But he could now use it with devastating accuracy, striking any part of the court he desired at will.

  After the demonstration, shiny-faced, perspiring, he looked to his sponsor for comment.

  “Barnaby,” Willison told him urgently, “don’t show that service to a soul. Not a single person, do you understand? Keep it in practice, but hide it from everyone except me.”

  “I certainly will,” Barnaby promised fervently.

  “And now we’ve got to get you some competition — you’ve got to work on the rest of your game. But understand: don’t let anyone so much as glimpse that service!”

  “It sure is a fireball, isn’t it?” Barnaby said, with a fascinating mixture of humility and confidence. “It sure is a surefire winner, Mr. Willison. It sure is good.”

  Only a few weeks later, when he had paid the substantial expenses of the trip, Willison had run head-on against his first business disaster. He put up a bottling and distributing plant for a new nation-wide soft drinks company, which went bankrupt. His losses were so great that he had to borrow to meet his obligations, and he came close to cancelling the trip to England. But the more he thought, the more he saw Barnaby as the means of recouping his losses. If he could get long odds on a substantial sum, and Barnaby won, he could not only repay his debts but have all the capital he needed for future business.

  The venture which had started as a model of altruism had become absolutely vital to him.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Morning Reports

  Gideon dropped off to sleep in the small hours, and there was by comparison a touch of coolness in the air when he woke a little after seven o’clock. But the morning wasn’t really fresh; simply less hot and humid than the night had been. Kate had her back to him, one bare arm over the bedspread, dark hair with touches of grey in a hairnet, which was half-on, half-off. She was so sound asleep that he felt sure she hadn’t managed to drop off until summer’s early dawn, or thereabouts. He got out of bed, drew up the trousers of his pyjamas, and crossed to the door. The bedroom, with its high ceiling and big, old-fashioned wardrobe creaked as he trod on a loose board beneath the carpet, but the sound did not wake Kate.

  Three other doors led off this landing, all open. Penelope, the Gideon daughter who was still unmarried and lived at home, should be in one room, but her bed was empty. Malcolm, their youngest son, who usually slept late and had to be rousted out of bed, was not in his room, either. Gideon finished in the bathroom, peeped in and saw Kate still sound asleep, and went cautiously down the stairs. As he opened the kitchen door, Penelope turned from the gas stove on which eggs were sizzling.

  “Oh, hallo, Daddy! You up already?”

  “What are you up to, that’s more to the point,” Gideon countered.

  “I thought I’d make my own breakfast and get off without waking Mummy. You haven’t woken her, have you?” she demanded, suddenly accusing.

  “Not yet.”

  “Then don’t you dare!”

  “Why not?” asked Gideon, feeling the brown earthenware tea-pot. He snatched his hand away, and picked up a padded pot-holder before pouring himself some tea.

  “She’s tired out,” Penny said. “This hot weather’s almost finished her.”

  “Now, don’t be-!” began Gideon, but he didn’t finish. That was not wholly because of the warning expression on his daughter’s pretty face. It had dawned on him that Penelope had simply pointed out to him what he had already subconsciously noticed yet hadn’t talked about: the fact that Kate was very tired these days.

  “How bad is she?” he asked.

  “I think she ought to see a doctor,” said Penelope, promptly.

  “Have you suggested it to your mother?”

  “She looks at me pityingly every time I do-as if she can’t understand what’s happened to her baby! Seriously, Daddy, she isn’t well. She really isn’t. She needs a rest or a change — surely you know that?”

  “Suppose I do,” conceded Gideon gruffly. He watched Penny put two eggs, several slices of bacon and some fried bread on her plate, sit down, hitch her chair forward, and tuck in with gusto. He wondered idly whether all young women-pianists were such hearty eaters. She played with one of the B.B.C. orchestras, which was often on the air; he could never quite believe it, even now.

  “Malcolm’s gone to play tennis before school — there’s a tournament on,” she offered. “I can’t see why anyone is so crazy about knocking a soft ball about with a bat!”

  “Racquet,” corrected Gideon, absently.

  “Bat is good enough to me! Oh, well, better hit a little ball about than nothing, I suppose. Daddy, darling, you couldn’t give-I mean lend-me ten bob, could you?”

  Gideon studied her open face and candid blue eyes, and felt a great warmth of affection for his youngest daughter,

  “Better take a pound while you’re about it,” he said mildly, “You’ll find one on your mother’s dressing-table.”

  “Bless you!” she cried. “And now I must fly.”

  “Where are you going to fly to?” he enquired, mildly.

  “Oh, Daddy, I told you, last night! The whole orchestra is going down to Brighton, we have to play, this evening. Oh, you’re impossible!” She went racing out of the room, and flung over her shoulder: “Malcolm said tell Mummy he’ll go straight on to school.”

  Gideon nodded as he tightened the sash of his dressing-gown, and contemplated the stove. Cook, or eat cold?

  He decided on bacon and eggs, pondering over Penelope’s remarks about Kate. She was right, of course, Kate had taken the hot weather very badly: he simply hadn’t thought much about it. Way she all right? It wasn’t the change of life; that was long past. Over-tired? One wouldn’t think so, now that all but Malcolm were off her hands. And only a few weeks ago she had been saying she must find something to do, time was too heavy on her hands. He sat down to three eggs, as many rashers, and liberally-buttered toast, had some instant coffee, then returned upstairs.

  Penelope, overnight case in hand, was tip-toeing out of the main bedroom. She put her fingers to her lips but did not close the door.

  “Ssshh! Still asleep.”

  “I shan’t wake her,” Gideon whispered.

  “Goodbye, Daddy.” The Soft, peach-bloom cheek came forward for a kiss. “You’re a dear, really,” she informed him, whispering a
s she passed: “Especially for a man!”

  Gideon began to chuckle, stopped himself, went into the bedroom and crossed to the window. As he expected, an M.G. was outside with her latest boy-friend at the wheel. He was a nice-looking, fair-haired youth, who jumped out and took her case. There was a hurried consultation, and the boy glanced up at the window. Then, resignedly, he went to the driving side of the car, and began to push, while Penelope went behind the car and added her own weight. She was not going to allow the noisy engine of a sports car to wake her mother.

  Penelope wasn’t prone to taking things too seriously, so she must really be concerned. Gideon turned and looked down at his wife; frowning, beginning to worry.

  And then the telephone rang.

  He saw Kate start as he snatched the receiver from the bedside table. He could have bellowed at the caller, but instead lie watched Kate as he steeled himself to say: “Commander Gideon.”

  “George.” Only one man had a voice like that and only one man could breathe such urgency into one word. Gideon’s anger faded; he was suddenly very intent on Lemaitre.

  “Yes, Lem?”

  “George — that runner for Jackie Spratt’s — you remember?”

  Of course he remembered. “Yes?”

  “They’ve just taken his body out of the river,” Lemaitre told him. “He didn’t turn up at the pub, last night. I feel awful, George. I shouldn’t have arranged to meet him there. Too bloody cocky, that’s my trouble. Never learn! I—”

  “How was he killed?” Gideon interrupted.

  For the first time he was aware of Kate looking at him; from half-closed eyes it was true, but obviously awake and aware of what was being said. He raised a hand to her as he listened to Lemaitre, who was answering with a curious kind of incoherence.

  “Strangled — manual strangulation. And there’s a funny thing, George. He had a rash on his neck-heat, the doc thinks — and had smeared some ointment over it. Oily stuff. We might get a couple of thumb-prints. Strangled by a man in front of him, thumb marks — bloody great bruises, on either side of the windpipe. Thrown in the river off Surrey Docks, caught in the wash of a pleasure boat-they’ve been running all night, making a fortune-and he was pushed up to some barges tied up for painting, wedged between two of them. If it hadn’t been for that, he might not have been found for a week. Had to have some luck.”

  “Who did?” asked Gideon, bleakly. Then: “Where’s the body?”

  “In the morgue, here.”

  “Who’s the doctor?”

  “Webb. But George, we need a pathologist, I’m sure of that, and —”

  “Send for the best one who can get over at once,” ordered Gideon. “Any other clues of any kind?”

  “Not a bloody thing,” answered Lemaitre. “George, I feel terrible!”

  “You’ll feel a damned sight worse if you let any grass grow under your feet,” growled Gideon. “Report again at ten.”

  “Okay, on the dot!” Lemaitre promised, and put down his receiver with anxious alacrity. He had an hour and a half in which to get some kind of report for Gideon and he would go almost mad trying to get at least one piece of permissible evidence. Gideon could imagine him as he put the receiver down and moved towards Kate, who had pushed the sheet further away from her chin. Her marble-white shoulders seemed to glow in the morning light. He bent over and kissed her forehead.

  “Hallo, love! Awake, then?”

  “George! Is it very late?”

  “No-and no need for you to get up, either. I’ve had breakfast and that bright pair of children of ours have gone.” He moved away, still looking at her, seeing faint shadows at her eyes which were quite new to him. He took his tie off the dressing-table mirror, dressed, yanked at a too-tight collar and rummaged in a drawer for one with a larger neckband. All this time Kate lay, half-covered, watching and smiling. But there was a significant difference; normally, she would have been out of bed, pushing him away, putting her hand on the larger shirt in a trice. He put the fresh shirt on and knotted the tie. “That’s better. Stay there while I get you a cup of tea.”

  “No, George, I —”

  “Stay there!” he ordered.

  And she stayed.

  He made tea and toast and took a laden tray up to her, told her gruffly to take it easy, the heat was no joke, and then left, a little after nine o’clock. He had to walk a few hundred yards to the garage where he kept his car, round a corner. He could be fetched and carried by one of his men, of course, but he preferred to drive himself unless it were urgent or very official business. The car started at the first touch. There was no need to drive past his house, nevertheless he did, glancing up at the window. There was no sign of Kate.

  Of course there wasn’t; there never was in the morning.

  He left one of the constables on duty to park his car in the Yard itself, nodded and occasionally grunted in response to greetings of “Good morning, sir!”, “Good morning, Commander!”, “Good morning, Mr. Gideon!”, until at last he turned into his own office.

  It was ten minutes past nine.

  An unexpected breeze cooled his face as he opened the door, and papers, although anchored to the desk by weights and books, fluttered noisily. He slipped quickly inside, puzzled, until he saw the cause of it — a fan, whirring at speed, perched on top of a filing-cabinet. Wonder who the blazes did that? he thought. His jacket was already half-way off as he went over and looked at the whirling blades inside the little iron cage, and the breeze was very welcome on his face. Then he went to his desk and sat down, looking at the pile of folders which had been placed on it. One was Outdoor Events, June. The others, each clearly marked on a tab, were all precisely described. One startled him: Superintendent Lemaitre: River Death Inquiry.

  Lem certainly hadn’t been long and as certainly hadn’t been here, so this must have been put here by Gideon’s own deputy — Deputy Commander Alec Hobbs. So, of course had the others; all hang-over cases on which Yard men were working, some in London, some with Regional and County Borough police forces co-operating with the Metropolitan area. Apart from Lemaitre’s case, there appeared to be no new ones in, which meant that none of the overnight crimes had persuaded Hobbs that it merited Gideon’s personal attention. Only occasionally was Hobbs wrong.

  He glanced through seven reports. Two bank robberies, a case of arson, a fraud case, an assault charge involving a woman against a woman, but not particularly serious. He looked through the rest saw nothing new in any of them, pushed the last one aside and dialled the number of the office next to his own. Hobbs was within a few feet, but Gideon didn’t want to see him yet; just wanted a little clarification.

  Hobbs answered promptly.

  “Good morning, sir.”

  “What kind of a morning?” asked Gideon.

  “Nothing of particular importance,” Hobbs answered, in his controlled and completely assured way. He was the other end of the scale from Lemaitre; Repton and Cambridge, very much the English gentleman. More a Scott-Marie type than a Gideon although they had come to know, like, and admire each other. “No one has specifically asked to see you and practically everything else is routine — except, of course, Lemaitre’s problem.”

  “I’ve no appointments,” Gideon told him. “Have Lem over here by half-past eleven, say. He’s to call at ten.”

  “I’ll do that.”

  “And come in as soon as you’re through briefing,” said Gideon, and rang off.

  Hobbs, although he had been deputy for a comparatively short time, had made a great difference to Gideon. It was a change which had come gradually and ostensibly at his, Gideon’s, instruction, but occasionally he wondered how much Hobbs steered him. At one time, Gideon himself would have interviewed every senior officer in charge of an investigation, not content to allow Lemaitre to handle major cases. Now, Hobbs did much of the briefing, and Gideon had come to rely on his judgment completely. This was largely because if Hobbs had any doubt at all as to the right course of action, he invariably
consulted Gideon before making a move.

  Gideon studied the few details there were, in Lemaitre’s report.

  The dead man’s name was Charles Blake — good lord, little Charlie Blake! Gideon had known him on and off for twenty years; a perky little man who lived more on the fringe of crime than on crime itself. He would have thought him harmless enough. He was less an informer than a man who simply could not help talking to someone if he had any inside information, and he could be called a ‘friend’ of Lemaitre. There was nothing here that Lemaitre hadn’t told him. He put the report aside and glanced through Outdoor Events — June, then telephoned the Superintendent of AB Division, a Charles Henry, fairly young and fairly new to the command of one of London’s most important divisions, which included the whole of Hampstead as well as St. John’s Wood.

  “Good morning, Commander.”

  “Morning, Chas,” Gideon greeted him. “I heard a rumour last night that there might be a major demonstration at Lords for the second Test. You heard anything?”

  There was a momentary silence, as if they had been cut off.

  .”You there?” Gideon asked, sharply.

  “Yes,” Henry said, in a curiously flat voice. “Sorry, sir — I was a bit taken aback. I didn’t expect you to be in the picture already.”

  “If there’s a picture, why haven’t you shown it to me?” demanded Gideon.

  “I’d planned to call later today,” Henry answered defensively. “There is a plan to raid Lords. I haven’t all the details yet, but I’ve a report due this afternoon. I-er—” Henry broke off again. Obviously Gideon’s request had utterly disconcerted him. Gideon, very pleased that the Force had not been taken unawares, gave him time to recover, and soon Henry spoke with much more confidence: “I’ve had one of our young women on the look-out, sir. She was seconded from NE, so that she wouldn’t be recognised here, and she’s joined a group of hot-heads. Pretty girl, looks years younger than her age. I always felt there might be serious trouble over this second Test.”

 

    Feathers for the Toff Read onlineFeathers for the ToffThe Unfinished Portrait Read onlineThe Unfinished PortraitThe Case of the Innocent Victims Read onlineThe Case of the Innocent VictimsLove for the Baron Read onlineLove for the BaronDeath of a Postman Read onlineDeath of a PostmanThe Department of Death Read onlineThe Department of DeathA Note From the Accused? Read onlineA Note From the Accused?If Anything Happens to Hester Read onlineIf Anything Happens to HesterThe Stolen Legacy Read onlineThe Stolen LegacyThe Doorway to Death Read onlineThe Doorway to DeathInto the Trap Read onlineInto the TrapLook Three Ways At Murder Read onlineLook Three Ways At MurderA Part for a Policeman Read onlineA Part for a PolicemanThe Terror Trap Read onlineThe Terror TrapA Good Read Read onlineA Good ReadThe Legion of the Lost Read onlineThe Legion of the LostSport For Inspector West Read onlineSport For Inspector WestDouble for the Toff Read onlineDouble for the ToffNest-Egg for the Baron Read onlineNest-Egg for the BaronThe League of Dark Men Read onlineThe League of Dark MenThe Executioners Read onlineThe ExecutionersBlood Red Read onlineBlood RedLast Laugh for the Baron Read onlineLast Laugh for the BaronThe Toff and the Runaway Bride Read onlineThe Toff and the Runaway BrideModel for the Toff Read onlineModel for the ToffThe Warning Read onlineThe WarningTraitor's Doom Read onlineTraitor's DoomThe Arrogant Artist Read onlineThe Arrogant ArtistThe Chinese Puzzle Read onlineThe Chinese PuzzleDarkness and Confusion Read onlineDarkness and ConfusionSabotage Read onlineSabotageThe Toff Breaks In Read onlineThe Toff Breaks InHunt the Toff Read onlineHunt the ToffThunder in Europe (Department Z Book 6) Read onlineThunder in Europe (Department Z Book 6)The Extortioners Read onlineThe ExtortionersMurder, London--Miami Read onlineMurder, London--MiamiThe Scene of the Crime Read onlineThe Scene of the CrimeSport For The Baron Read onlineSport For The BaronDeath in Cold Print Read onlineDeath in Cold PrintInspector West At Home iw-3 Read onlineInspector West At Home iw-3Murder, London--Australia Read onlineMurder, London--AustraliaThe Toff and The Lady t-15 Read onlineThe Toff and The Lady t-15Give a Man a Gun Read onlineGive a Man a GunHeld At Bay Read onlineHeld At BayThe Man Who Stayed Alive Read onlineThe Man Who Stayed AliveInspector West Takes Charge Read onlineInspector West Takes ChargeThe Toff and the Fallen Angels Read onlineThe Toff and the Fallen AngelsRedhead (Department Z Book 2) Read onlineRedhead (Department Z Book 2)Help From The Baron Read onlineHelp From The BaronAlibi iw-39 Read onlineAlibi iw-39Go Away to Murder Read onlineGo Away to MurderAttack and Defence Read onlineAttack and DefenceThe Baron Goes East Read onlineThe Baron Goes EastInspector West Regrets Read onlineInspector West RegretsGideon's Art Read onlineGideon's ArtSeven Days to Death Read onlineSeven Days to DeathHammer the Toff Read onlineHammer the ToffGood and Justice Read onlineGood and JusticeTaking the Blame Read onlineTaking the BlameThe Island of Peril (Department Z) Read onlineThe Island of Peril (Department Z)The Toff and the Terrified Taxman Read onlineThe Toff and the Terrified TaxmanStars For The Toff Read onlineStars For The ToffThe Toff and the Deep Blue Sea Read onlineThe Toff and the Deep Blue SeaThe Blood Diamond Read onlineThe Blood DiamondGo Away Death Read onlineGo Away DeathThe Touch of Death Read onlineThe Touch of DeathSport, Heat, & Scotland Yard Read onlineSport, Heat, & Scotland YardGideon's Fire Read onlineGideon's FireJohn Creasey Box Set 1: First Came a Murder, Death Round the Corner, The Mark of the Crescent (Department Z) Read onlineJohn Creasey Box Set 1: First Came a Murder, Death Round the Corner, The Mark of the Crescent (Department Z)Send Superintendent West Read onlineSend Superintendent WestThe Unbegotten Read onlineThe UnbegottenThe Baron Returns Read onlineThe Baron ReturnsThe Figure in the Dusk Read onlineThe Figure in the DuskTriumph For Inspector West iw-7 Read onlineTriumph For Inspector West iw-7The Toff on The Farm t-39 Read onlineThe Toff on The Farm t-39The Plague of Silence Read onlineThe Plague of SilenceA Rope For the Baron Read onlineA Rope For the BaronStars For The Toff t-51 Read onlineStars For The Toff t-51So Young, So Cold, So Fair Read onlineSo Young, So Cold, So FairTriumph For Inspector West Read onlineTriumph For Inspector WestMenace (Department Z) Read onlineMenace (Department Z)Inspector West At Home Read onlineInspector West At HomeThe Toff In Town Read onlineThe Toff In TownMurder: One, Two, Three Read onlineMurder: One, Two, ThreeMurder Must Wait (Department Z) Read onlineMurder Must Wait (Department Z)The Toff In New York Read onlineThe Toff In New YorkThe Case Against Paul Raeburn Read onlineThe Case Against Paul RaeburnAn Uncivilised Election Read onlineAn Uncivilised ElectionThe Missing Old Masters Read onlineThe Missing Old MastersTraitor's Doom (Dr. Palfrey) Read onlineTraitor's Doom (Dr. Palfrey)The Toff on Fire Read onlineThe Toff on FireThe Toff And The Stolen Tresses Read onlineThe Toff And The Stolen TressesMeet The Baron tbs-1 Read onlineMeet The Baron tbs-1Gideon’s Sport g-1 Read onlineGideon’s Sport g-1Shadow of Doom Read onlineShadow of DoomAccuse the Toff Read onlineAccuse the ToffThe Terror Trap (Department Z Book 7) Read onlineThe Terror Trap (Department Z Book 7)Gideon's Day Read onlineGideon's DayDead or Alive (Department Z) Read onlineDead or Alive (Department Z)Death Stands By (Department Z) Read onlineDeath Stands By (Department Z)Death by Night Read onlineDeath by NightGideon's River Read onlineGideon's RiverCall for the Baron Read onlineCall for the BaronThe Toff And The Stolen Tresses t-38 Read onlineThe Toff And The Stolen Tresses t-38A Sharp Rise in Crime Read onlineA Sharp Rise in CrimeMurder, London--South Africa Read onlineMurder, London--South AfricaDeath by Night (Department Z) Read onlineDeath by Night (Department Z)Prepare for Action Read onlinePrepare for ActionStrike for Death Read onlineStrike for DeathPoison For the Toff Read onlinePoison For the ToffThe Toff on The Farm Read onlineThe Toff on The FarmThe Toff and The Sleepy Cowboy Read onlineThe Toff and The Sleepy CowboyShadow of Doom (Dr. Palfrey) Read onlineShadow of Doom (Dr. Palfrey)Thugs and Economies (Gideon of Scotland Yard) Read onlineThugs and Economies (Gideon of Scotland Yard)The House Of The Bears Read onlineThe House Of The BearsCriminal Imports Read onlineCriminal ImportsHang The Little Man Read onlineHang The Little ManThe Toff And The Curate Read onlineThe Toff And The CurateAn Affair For the Baron Read onlineAn Affair For the BaronGideon's Night Read onlineGideon's NightA Sword For the Baron Read onlineA Sword For the BaronMeet The Baron Read onlineMeet The BaronKill The Toff Read onlineKill The ToffPanic! (Department Z) Read onlinePanic! (Department Z)Inspector West Alone Read onlineInspector West AloneFrom Murder To A Cathedral Read onlineFrom Murder To A CathedralShadow The Baron Read onlineShadow The BaronThe Toff and the Deadly Priest Read onlineThe Toff and the Deadly PriestIntroducing The Toff Read onlineIntroducing The ToffThe Day of Disaster Read onlineThe Day of DisasterThe Baron Again Read onlineThe Baron AgainThe Theft of Magna Carta Read onlineThe Theft of Magna CartaThe Toff and the Fallen Angels t-53 Read onlineThe Toff and the Fallen Angels t-53Salute the Toff Read onlineSalute the ToffMurder, London-New York Read onlineMurder, London-New YorkVigilantes & Biscuits Read onlineVigilantes & BiscuitsInspector West Alone iw-9 Read onlineInspector West Alone iw-9The Toff and the Great Illusion Read onlineThe Toff and the Great IllusionBattle for Inspector West Read onlineBattle for Inspector WestImpartiality Against the Mob Read onlineImpartiality Against the MobA Mask for the Toff Read onlineA Mask for the ToffCry For the Baron Read onlineCry For the BaronThe Depths Read onlineThe DepthsA Case for the Baron Read onlineA Case for the BaronThe Toff at Camp Read onlineThe Toff at CampGideon Combats Influence Read onlineGideon Combats InfluenceThe Toff and The Sleepy Cowboy t-57 Read onlineThe Toff and The Sleepy Cowboy t-57Carriers of Death (Department Z) Read onlineCarriers of Death (Department Z)Kill The Toff t-23 Read onlineKill The Toff t-23A Backwards Jump Read onlineA Backwards JumpReward For the Baron Read onlineReward For the BaronThe Smog Read onlineThe SmogFamine Read onlineFamineSend Superintendent West iw-7 Read onlineSend Superintendent West iw-7The Toff And The Curate t-12 Read onlineThe Toff And The Curate t-12Hide the Baron Read onlineHide the BaronThe Masters of Bow Street Read onlineThe Masters of Bow StreetAn Apostle of Gloom Read onlineAn Apostle of GloomThe Death Miser (Department Z Book 1) Read onlineThe Death Miser (Department Z Book 1)The Insulators Read onlineThe InsulatorsNot Hidden by the Fog Read onlineNot Hidden by the FogNo Relaxation At Scotland Yard Read onlineNo Relaxation At Scotland YardA Conference For Assassins Read onlineA Conference For AssassinsGideon’s Sport Read onlineGideon’s SportThe Flood Read onlineThe FloodThe Black Spiders Read onlineThe Black SpidersThe Baron at Large Read onlineThe Baron at LargeThe Mask of Sumi Read onlineThe Mask of SumiThe Riviera Connection Read onlineThe Riviera ConnectionThe Toff and The Lady Read onlineThe Toff and The LadyHere Comes the Toff Read onlineHere Comes the ToffThe Toff and the Kidnapped Child Read onlineThe Toff and the Kidnapped ChildAlibi for Inspector West Read onlineAlibi for Inspector West