The cross-channel steamer Chichester suddenly stopped half way to France. Right in her course lay a yacht, motionless and apparently crewless. A boat was lowered and drew along side the derelict, while a party from the Chichester climbed aboard. On the deck was a trail of blood and at its end the body of a man. Down below, in a wildly disordered cabin, lay another man with a bullet hole in his forehead; and not a living soul was aboard. Mackintosh, the Chichester's third officer, and two men navigated the Nymph back to Newhaven, where Chief Constable Turnbull took charge. But there was more in this baffling mystery than he cared to tackle.

Fortunately, like every one who has met him, Turnbull remembered Inspector French. He took the mystery to him. Needless to say, French solved it; and in what brilliant manner every experienced reader of detective fiction must already anticipate. Mystery in the Channel more than justifies our confidence in the Inspector, and in his creator, Freeman Wills Crofts.