There are so many twists, turns, false leads and perplexing clues in this plot, that I made no attempt to solve the mystery myself. I just went with the flow of the investigation.
Yet the investigator does not inspire confidence. Jack Knox is a thirty-five-year-old lawyer who abandons his office work to track down the murderer of Allan Fleming, a corrupt politician. Foolish of him, but he's fallen in love at first sight with Fleming's bereft daughter.
Jack's main asset is doggedness. He's constantly getting bruised and battered stumbling around in dark buildings pursuing intruders. Eventually he learns the trick of having a theory or two, and secrets reveal themselves as well.
Political corruption is a constant presence in this novel. Everyone warns Jack to watch where he steps. But a man in love knows no fear.
The Window at the White Cat is a feast of murder, suicide, break-ins, bank failures, peculiar robberies, sudden disappearances and characters behaving out of character. One inexplicable happening follows hot upon the next.
This novel of detection was published in 1910 and has a very vintage flavor. I'd recommend it to Rinehart fans and readers who enjoy a good old-fashioned mystery.