A woman's debt

The speaker, Archie Brookes, a slim elegant young fellow, very good-looking but with a somewhat effeminate expression, cast a sidelong glance at his companion as he uttered the...

Later on, in the small hours, the young couple had a further _tête-à-tête_. The members of the family had done their duty by their several guests, and were at leisure to follow...

For an instant the two men stared at each other in blank amazement as they stood in front of the big safe, the door of which had been unlocked with such startling results.

“What an awful day!” she cried when Richard had calmed her a little, not that he was in much of a mood to administer consolation to others. “And last night, when we talked of ou...

Dazed as she was, cast in a moment from a feeling of elation into one of bitter disappointment, she saw the point at once. If the criminal known as “Tubby” Thomas was safe under...

Mr. Sellars, Reggie Sellars as he was known to his intimates, was a tall, good-looking young man of about thirty, of the aristocratic type, with aquiline features and an elegant...

The letter despatched by Mr. Lane to his lieutenant was directed to the Brinkstone Arms, Brinkstone, a small Sussex village about five miles from the sea, which Sellars had made...

This was the history of a part of the lives of Lettice Larchester and her father as set forth by old Dobbs, the head-waiter and general utility man of the Brinkstone Arms, exten...

It was getting close to Christmas, and Sellars had got as much information as it was possible to obtain in the little village of Brinkstone; in fact, his visit had been particul...

In the New Year, Sellars, having spent a most enjoyable Christmas, and fortified both in spirits and body by the season’s jollity and good cheer, set to work to discover whether...

“I do not question that this is a very wonderful safe, Mr. Morrice,” the detective remarked quietly to the financier in a subsequent conversation, “but it is evidently not as in...

In a back street behind the busy thoroughfare of Piccadilly there is a small, quiet-looking public-house which is a great rendezvous for male servants of a superior class. Thith...

There was not very much to discuss when Lane did get to Deanery Street. Certain inexplicable things had happened for which, at present, there seemed no accounting. Somebody seem...

“We needn’t try this new scheme of yours, Mr. Cox—Mr. Lane, I should say. I’ll come back to the flat with you; it’s all plain sailing. The drawer is unlocked. The bank-book isn’...

Disturbed as he was at this untoward happening, and perhaps a little annoyed at his prophecy to the valet, that they ran practically no risk of interruption, having been falsifi...

Dismissing from his mind for the moment the incident which Rosabelle Sheldon had made a special visit to communicate to him—the anonymous letter would put in train the machinery...

Alma Buckley, the friend of Lettice Larchester’s youth, the woman whom Sellars was proposing to interview at the earliest opportunity! Truly, the actors who had first played the...

When Rupert Morrice received that anonymous letter, which arrived by the last post of the day on which it had been dropped in a City pillar box, and was brought to him in his st...

Miss Alma Buckley did not seem at all anxious for that interview so desired by young Sellars. He had written her a very polite letter, forwarded by her obliging agent, stating t...

Lane was as chagrined as Sellars himself when he learned the result of that interview with Alma Buckley, for he had rather pinned his hopes on it. The great majority of people w...

“It concerns a young man named Archibald Brookes who, I understand, is a frequent visitor at your house, also a member of your family, the alleged nephew of your wife and also o...

Morrice stayed in the next day waiting for the return of his wife from her country visit. She was to arrive home in time for lunch. About twelve o’clock Rosabelle came into his...

When Morrice returned to Deanery Street about four o’clock he went straight up to Rosabelle’s room. The girl was seated in a chair, trying to read; he noticed that she looked ve...

On the following morning Lane’s own private car was waiting for him in Shaftesbury Avenue. He was expecting a message from a trusted emissary, to whom he had given the three pho...

And this was the story told by Mrs. Morrice, as she sat facing Lane in the small but elegantly-furnished room of her friend Alma Buckley’s flat. She told it throughout in a low...

After a prolonged honeymoon, in which they visited Rome, Naples, Venice and other places of interest, the young couple returned to London, where they took a small suite of rooms...

At the time of her second marriage, the friendship between the two women was still unimpaired. They had not, of course, seen so much of each other since Lettice had entered that...

It was a very rambling statement, but certain plain facts emerged from it. Sir George had now become a regular habitué of Miss Buckley’s flat, and they were constantly in each o...

The long narrative was finished. Three times had Miss Buckley opened the door, intimating by that action that it was time the interview was concluded, and each time Mrs. Morrice...

It was a very subdued man who, shortly after breakfast, walked into Rosabelle’s sitting-room. It cannot be said that Morrice was in any sense of the words arrogant or overbearin...