"I knew full well, when the Chinaman stopped me in the street that night and coolly asked me for a light for his cigarette, that a light for his cigarette was the last thing in the world that he really wanted! I knew, in short, that he was up to something!" So begins one of the most convoluted web­work mysteries ever devised by the arcane mind of Harry Stephen Keeler. Many Keeler stories have a skull in them but in this one the skull has a starring role! And watch out for those Chinamen! [Facsimile reprint edition.]