When Julia undertook to find her cousin, Colin Munro, last heard of sailing a yacht off the north coast of Africa, the quest seemed lighthearted enough. But, before she had finished, she was involved with Moorish antique dealers, a Belgian woman archaeologist, Purcell, the enigmatic barkeeper, an...
However, once on the main floor, dignity takes over entirely. A splendid portrait of Marshal Beres ford looks down on the guests even as they pant up the stairs to the wide hall; the long drawing-room is noble, with splendid views from its six windows; a glazed-in passage leads round a half-squar...
A stuffed marmot, rather moth-eaten, occupied the blind end of the passage, standing on a plaster rock; Julia laughed softly to herself—how Swiss!—and then gave a tiny sigh, recalling that happy morning on the Schynige Platte, only three days ago, and how Antrobus showed her and Mrs. Hathaway liv...