It was too dark by now for me to try searching the woods.
I returned to where I had left the flat-faced man.
He was gone.
It looked, I thought, as if Mr. Kavalov might be right in thinking he needed a detective.
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A collection of short stories about an unnamed agent of a detective agency in the early 1920s.
It was too dark by now for me to try searching the woods.
I returned to where I had left the flat-faced man.
He was gone.
It looked, I thought, as if Mr. Kavalov might be right in thinking he needed a detective.