At the end of the run, the conductor mounted for a last survey of the upper seats. A lone passenger sat well up forward. But the crouched figure made no answer to the conductor's polite, "End of the run, sir," because sometime during the course of the bus's run his throat had been neatly but effectively cut. This man was Charles Anstruther, a popular writer of mystery stories. Van Dusen Ormsberry, a great but...

At the end of the run, the conductor mounted for a last survey of the upper seats. A lone passenger sat well up forward. But the crouched figure made no answer to the conductor's polite, "End of the run, sir," because sometime during the course of the bus's run his throat had been neatly but effectively cut. This man was Charles Anstruther, a popular writer of mystery stories. Van Dusen Ormsberry, a great but very human detective, is called to take charge of the case. He believes that this murder is connected with the unsolved murder the year before of the millionaire, John Fortescue. Evidence piles up to support his contention, but the murderer's identity remains unknown while the mass of collected evidence is sifted and excitement runs high as the various clues are tracked down. This is an absorbing thriller far above the average, convincing, true to life, and true to the best traditions of mystery.

The Man Who Killed Fortescue was published in 1929.

John Stephen Strange was the pseudonym for Dorothy Stockbridge Tillett.