Before he could even hazard a guess as to the tortured source of the sound, the elongated and fully engaged figure of Winnifred Hatch emerged from between the barn and the chicken coop. In the vise of her left hand, the silenced but thrashing body of a bulb-eyed, dusty-feathered capon struggled f...
the harness-maker boomed cheerily, coming out to greet Marc on the wooden walk in front of his shop. “We been expectin’ someone like yerself to come callin’, haven’t we, Sarah-Mae?” Sarah-Mae, as tiny as her husband was gargantuan, poked her bonneted pink face out from behind her better half. “I’...
Cobb said. “We searched his room and it was full of the butler’s belongin’s.” Macaulay could do nothing but look from Marc to Cobb, bewildered. “Then we’d better have a closer look,” Marc said to Cobb. “We’ve got to start by taking the judge’s comment at face value: the butler who spent several m...
Studying was as effortless as breathing to him and no amount of dereliction seemed to interfere with the steady flow of A’s on his report cards. In January of 1879 Lily agreed to let him stay at Mrs. Tideman’s boarding house a block from the high school in Sarnia. Lily talked for an hour with tha...
The side-galleries were packed with spectators from town and county, and the benches behind him thick with local dignitaries and fellow members of the legal profession. Robert and Francis Hincks were busy at the Legislature, but Dr. Baldwin and Clement Peachey, the firm’s solicitor, were just two...
Marc said to Robert in the dining-room of the Clarendon Hotel. “One of the workmen apparently. Found on the site this morning by the other workmen when they arrived.” “On the site? You mean the Parliament building?” “Yes. Bert Campion just passed the news along to me.” “An accident?” “Afraid not....
He looked haggard and hag-ridden, which made Cobb even more impressed by his calm demeanour and straightforward testimony. He seemed to regard Constance Hungerford as a millstone sent by the Almighty to test his patience and forbearance. Not only did he state that he had indeed visited his sick b...
As a result, streets and roads were amazingly passable, and conditions for the fall harvest were the best in recent memory. The play was to start at eight-thirty, so they stretched their fifteen-minute walk to Colborne and West Market Streets to half an hour, pausing to enjoy the window displays ...
Marc tried not to think about how hopeless their situation now was. Without Badger’s testimony, no legally warrantable link could be made to the conniving whist players. And unless he could force a confession out of one of them or anyone else who might be involved, even Badger might posthumously ...
Anyway, the trial would finish tomorrow or Thursday. He was also hoping to get some sympathy from Beth after his bitter clash with Cobb in the wig-room. Beth, however, had other ideas. She shipped Junior and Maggie off to the kitchen with Etta and directed Marc to sit down with her on the chester...
Meanwhile, Wilkie stood guard over the man he assumed to have been the cause of the havoc on the walk. The household of Rosewood had been disturbed by the commotion out front, and Vera, Delores’s maid, dashed to her dead mistress and began to weep and wail, much to Wilkie’s discomfort. Then Cardi...
He had to think. And quickly. What he had heard was definitely a pistol-shot, which meant that the accuracy of any second shot would not be great. It also meant that the shooter had not been very far away, perhaps no more than ten or fifteen yards. If there were just one would-be assassin, it wou...