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Sinopsis

"T he Red Thumb Mark" by R. Austin Freeman is a mystery novel written during the early 20th century. The story revolves around Dr. John Evelyn Thorndyke, a medical practitioner turned legal expert who gets embroiled in a case involving the theft of a parcel of valuable diamonds, which leads to his client, Mr. Reuben Hornby, being accused of the crime when a bloody thumbprint is found at the scene. The novel deftly combines elements of forensic science with legal intrigue as Thorndyke seeks to unravel the truth behind the accusation against Hornby. The opening of the book sets the stage with the introduction of Thorndyke, who meets his friend Dr. Jervis and discusses his metamorphosis from medicine to law. The significant narrative unfolds when they receive visitors, including Hornby's lawyer and the accused nephew himself, who maintains his innocence despite the mounting evidence against him. The plot thickens as a mysterious young woman, Miss Juliet Gibson, expresses her belief in Hornby's innocence and offers to support his legal defense. The story begins to explore the complexities of character relationships, the implications of fingerprint evidence, and the moral dilemmas faced by those in the justice system as they navigate through suspicions and the pursuit of truth."C onflagratamAn°1677. FabricatamAn°1698. Richardo PowellArmiger Thesaurar." The words, set in four panels, which formed a frieze beneath the pediment of a fine brick portico, summarised the history of one of the tall houses at the upper end of King's Bench Walk and as I, somewhat absently, read over the inscription, my attention was divided between admiration of the exquisitely finished carved brickwork and the quiet dignity of the building, and an effort to reconstitute the dead and gone Richard Powell, and the stirring times in which he played his part. I was about to turn away when the empty frame of the portico became occupied by a figure, and one so appropriate, in its wig and obsolete habiliments, to the old-world surroundings that it seemed to complete the picture, and I lingered idly to look at it. The barrister had halted in the doorway to turn over a sheaf of papers that he held in his hand, and, as he replaced the red tape which bound them together, he looked up and our eyes met. For a moment we regarded one another with the incurious gaze that casual strangers bestow on one another; then there was a flash of mutual recognition; the

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