A gleaming white construction with a modern, featureless aspect, it perched uncomfortably among the lush shrubbery and well-tended lawns that sloped gently down to the river some hundred or so yards away.Mrs. Marchmont was admitted by an unsmiling parlourmaid into a stark, pale entrance hall that...
‘Spanish, was she?’‘Not according to her friend,’ said Angela. ‘Geraldine was certain she was English, and that her real name was something quite different.’‘Still, though, it’s a start. And now we have a man in the picture, too. That is most interesting. We shall go to this hotel immediately and...
Now that the light had gone, the noise seemed almost deafening, and she wondered how on earth she had failed to notice it before. She felt another wave rush over her foot and decided to make good her retreat. Stretching her hand out to the side, she felt the tunnel wall cold and hard under her fi...