In the night

The quiet of a fine summer evening was falling on the little village of Salting; the fields were slowly emptying as the dusk settled down, and the bar of the Rose and Crown was...

Earlier on the same evening, about six o’clock to be more exact, two young girls were playing an unequal set of tennis up at the Towers. They were nearly of an age, between twen...

Humblethorne lay late in bed the following day—wallowed in bed would perhaps be a more fitting description of the way in which he shamelessly and luxuriously stretched himself d...

Humblethorne crossed to the fireplace and rang the bell, which was answered in a few moments by the appearance of an old man whose quiet, impassive respectability betrayed no hi...

Whilst Humblethorne was thus pursuing his investigations in the hall with that unruffled air of patient determination which had threatened seriously to upset the equanimity of t...

Humblethorne walked back to the Rose and Crown with a mind fully occupied: the fields, among which he had been looking forward to idling only to find that idleness of so rustic...

It was rather a crestfallen little man who re-entered the house after leaving Lady Penterton. The afternoon was passing, and he had made no progress whatever; more than that, wh...

When Humblethorne, on leaving Evelyn, descended once more to the hall, he found his tea set in readiness for him at the end opposite the stairs. He felt that he had earned it, a...

Evelyn did not go downstairs again that evening; nor did she make any attempt to see Celia. She sent word that she was worn out, would just like some dinner brought her, and did...

Evelyn stood for many minutes after replacing the boot, in doubt and distress. She absolved Philip; she could neither absolve Celia nor understand how it was possible that she h...

Without delaying a moment Evelyn took the paper pattern of the footprint she had discovered from her drawer and went along the corridor to Philip’s room. The door was standing a...

During luncheon Evelyn sat absorbed in her own thoughts, and spoke little and then at random. Celia, her only companion at the meal, was naturally full of questions; how did Eve...

As he went to fetch it her mind was in a ferment. She had promised to explain everything in half an hour, but could she? There was much she could only guess even if her deductio...

It was some minutes before Evelyn gathered her thoughts together after Humblethorne’s parting remark: it startled her into fresh speculation just when she thought she could at l...