Arthur Author:John Alexander Graham "It was a warm Sunday in June, and Arthur Silverman was sitting gloomily by the shore just north of Gloucester. He'd been planning to photograph the ocean. As he sat there, he was accosted by a plumpish man, named Hoad, who was wearing Madras Bermudas. — "Photographer?" Hoad asked. — "Not professional, " Arthur said. — "What seems to be the troub... more »le?"Hoad asked
..."Arthur should have stuck to working toward his Ph.D. But Arthur never seemed to know when he was well off, and so he decided to take on the role of detective. He soon found out he was mixed up in matters he was not prepared to deal with."« less