Murder at Wrides Park

I came to man’s estate—legally speaking—on the first day of March, 1920, and on that day the trustee guardians who had looked after me and my interests from childhood paid over to me the sum of six thousand pounds, my entire fortune. Six thousand pounds, invested, as this was, at 5 per cent., means an income of three hundred pounds a year; clearly, I had got to do something to supplement it. The question was—what to do? I had never felt the least inclination for the Navy, and still less for the Army, and neither Church, Stage, Bar, nor Medicine made any appeal. But I had to do something—for which reason the first thing I did, after leaving the solicitors’ office whereat I had received my patrimony, was to buy a copy of that day’s Times. And there, in the Personal Column