THE BROTHERS OF THE LEFT HAND PATH,
by Frank Lovell Nelson
The events recorded in this narrative are so recent, the actors so highly placed, and the interests involved so delicate that I may be pardoned in departing from the usual custom of these records in withholding even the approximate date. It is, needless to say, that the names of the principals are disguised and the localities inaccurate, but otherwise the narrative is a record of the facts as they came under the observation of Clarke and myself.
Our introduction to the mystery was prosaic. I had enticed Clarke into a game of billiards at the Athletic Club one evening. This was something I was seldom able to do, although he played a remarkable game and was giving me two strings in three and beating me without effort.
We had play
