On a night of fog Pussy Herridge stole the Hardway diamonds—and on the same night they were re-stolen. It was a grim trail that Dick Penhampton followed which led him to discover one of them on a dead man in the marshes. Who was the Funny Toff, the terror alike of police and criminals, the unknown man with such amazing resource and ingenuity, a devilish perverted sense of humour and a lunatic laugh that few heard twice? Death was the answer meted out to all who tried to solve the riddle—to all except Penhampton. Why was he spared so often by his unknown adversary in that ghastly game of cat-and-mouse played out in the dark? Was Inspector Pollard entirely deluded when he turned his attention to trailing the trailer? Or was Alison Weatherleigh's faith in her lover justified? In *The Hardway Diamonds Mystery* we get a story packed with legitimate thrills. quick-moving and logical, which proves yet again that ultimately the criminal *cannot* win against the law.