Guy Garrick by Arthur B. Reeve

“You are aware, I suppose, Marshall, that there have been considerably over a million dollars’ worth of automobiles stolen in this city during the past few months?” asked Guy Garrick one night when I had dropped into his office.

“I wasn’t aware of the exact extent of the thefts, though of course I knew of their existence,” I replied. “What’s the matter?”

“If you can wait a few moments,” he went on, “I think I can promise you a most interesting case—the first big case I’ve had to test my new knowledge of crime science since I returned from abroad. Have you time for it?”