The largest importer of precious stones in America, Gustave Schultze, sent Mr. Latham a parcel in the mail that was addressed to him. There were thirty to forty letters inside a basic, cigarette-box-sized bundle that was wrapped in yellow paper. At half past seven the night before, the item was mailed at the Madison Square substation. The following morning's mail brought nothing, and Mr. Latham frantically searched through his afternoon mail in the same manner. Red Haney's diamond case and the jewels, which were widely publicized in Sunday morning newspapers, instantly sparked a circular parade as Haney, the goal center, slept off sweetly in a drunken stupor.
When Mulberry Street's cops are confronted with an issue other than a common, minor theft, burglary, or murder, as the case may be, they frequently get up and circle about. The little thread of life inside Doris nearly broke as she gazed down in vast, dry-eyed terror at the body of this aged, shriveled man whom she had loved. He suddenly kissed both of her outstretched hands after she extended them. The excruciating fear that had driven her here was temporarily ignored in favor of the indescribable delight of seeing him once more.
Jacques Heath Futrelle was an American journalist and mystery author who lived from April 9, 1875, until April 15, 1912. The short detective stories he wrote with Professor Augustus S. F. X. Van Dusen, popularly known as "The Thinking Machine" due to his use of logic, are what made him most famous.
Futrelle was born in Georgia's Pike County. He worked for the Boston Post, the Atlanta Journal, the New York Herald, the Atlanta Journal, where he started the sports department, and the Boston American, where his Thinking Machine character made an appearance in a serialized version of the short tale "The Problem of Cell 13" in 1905. Futrelle, a first-class passenger on the RMS Titanic returning from Europe, insisted Lily get into the lifeboat even to the point of pushing her in. When she last saw him, he was smoking a cigarette on deck next to John Jacob Astor IV, she said. He drowned in the Atlantic, and no one ever discovered his corpse. Linnie Futrelle, Futrelle's mother, passed away on July 29, 1912, and her passing was linked to her sorrow for her son.
