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CHAPTER IAT FOUR FIFTY-THREE o'clock on the afternoon of January eleventh dusk was coming down over the city. The dark days were by no means over. Fifth Avenue was already a river of light, a swiftly moving river whose granite banks, towering precipitately into the cold evening sky, were slashed...

Chapter IIt happened for the first time on the night of May the eighteenth. The date was set for me because of Strong's letter that morning. It had occupied my mind all day, giving a mixture of excitement and a feeling of dissatisfaction for myself, even a little uneasiness.For twenty-five years I...

FOREWORDMy father once told me an old scottish legend which forms the basis for the name of this book: the devil'sadvocate.We Scots have long been known as a race which produces the most meticulous, eloquent and canny lawyers, and, in fact, we are sometimes designated by the English as "a race of...