Markham Grant knew he was sane. He knew he had seen a murder. But two days later he fell passionately in love with the woman who had been killed. Who was the man he had seen strangling her? Or was she going to be strangled? Doubt piled on doubt, ques... Read more

Markham Grant knew he was sane. He knew he had seen a murder. But two days later he fell passionately in love with the woman who had been killed. Who was the man he had seen strangling her? Or was she going to be strangled? Doubt piled on doubt, question on question, as he blundered on alone, unable to gain the help of foreigners who thought him mad. Less