“Is he?” Joan hesitated, put her hand on the door and then walked back again to the window. Treherne was too thoroughly trained to exhibit surprise, but it was impossible to suppose that in a large household, such as the Towers, the strained relations that had existed at t...
Wilton.” The speaker came to a direct standstill. Basil Wilton hesitated quite an appreciable time before answering. For a minute he did not recognize the fashionably dressed young woman who had stopped him. “Good morning, Miss Houlton,” he said at ...
Sir Arthur tossed aside his palette impatiently. “Show him into the small library and say that I will be with him directly, James.” “Yes, Sir Arthur.” The young man rumpled up his fair hair with a sigh of despair as he stood ...
“No, sir.” Roger hesitated; the footman, blandly irresponsive, waited with the door in his hand. “I have found something which I think must belong to Miss Luxmore. Will you be good enough to give it to her as soon as possible?” &nb...
Cynthia was sitting at the table, her writing-case was open before her, but she was nibbling meditatively at the handle of her pen, her eyes fixed absently on the fire. Evidently she found a difficulty in beginning her correspondence. “With pleasure!” said Gillman as he to...
Lady Penn-Moreton had obviously been crying, but she was smiling now as she caught Miss Galbraith’s arm. “Paula, darling, aren’t you glad?” “Of course I am,” Miss Galbraith returned. “But I always thought he would.” “Well, I don’t know whether you a...
I shan’t hurt you!” With a comical look at the inspector John Steadman submitted himself to the hands of the little old man in the shabby black suit, who was surveying him with critical eyes in the looking-glass, and who now approached him with a curious little instrument ...
It was not a pleasant night. The moon shone fitfully, but there were heavy banks of clouds, little scuds of moisture blew in her face. Young Turner wrapped her round in rugs. He went on talking to her as if she were Barbara in his frank, breezy way until they were clear of the Priory, and its sur...
The head waiter gazed at him curiously as he reported after breakfast. But the new-comer appeared to be in no way anxious to avoid his duties and proved himself quite an adept in the art of clearing away, balancing trays and plates and dishes with the skill of a professional juggler. He was makin...
said Inspector Furnival, “there is a little hard work before us, Mr. Cardyn, if we want to elucidate the mystery of Charlton Crescent.” Bruce Cardyn did not attempt to answer this thrust. Of late he had not been thinking so much of the dead Lady Anne Daventry as of the liv...