Category: Historical Novels
CHAPTER PAGE I. MR. BRADBURY 9 II. AT THE HALL 15 III. MRS. MARY HOWE 29 IV. A JOURNEY PLANNED 39 V. THE JOURNEY BEGUN 45 VI. THROUGH THE DARKNESS 53 VII. THE RIDERS 59 VIII. THE GREEN-CURTAINED ROOM 65 IX. MR. CHARLES CRAIKE 75 X. SCRUPLES OF ROGER GALT 83 XI. EVENTS AT THE S...
CHAPTER PAGE I. MR. BRADBURY 9 II. AT THE HALL 15 III. MRS. MARY HOWE 29 IV. A JOURNEY PLANNED 39 V. THE JOURNEY BEGUN 45 VI. THROUGH THE DARKNESS 53 VII. THE RIDERS 59 VIII. TH...
2. Part 2“Have you turned advocate for rogues and vagabonds, Bradbury?” asked Mr. Chelton, solemnly, though his eyes were twinkling once more, as much from the glass of wine, no doubt, a...
3. Part 3The morn came chill and grey. A drear wind was abroad; the pale dust whirled down the highway. I waited in the cold for a good half-hour—the sun was up, and the countryside leap...
4. Part 4Martin lifted his glass as though to admire its colour in the lamp-light. “Go then, my friend,” he said smoothly. “Oh, go by all means! Only blame yourself, not me, for aught th...
5. Part 5As we reached the hall, Martin appeared in the doorway of the long room; seeing him, yellow-skinned and malevolent, I detected still a resemblance in build and feature to the gi...
6. Part 6“Yet my father’s friend and mine. I’m safe through him. But for him I should be aboard the ship of one Blunt, smuggler—may be worse; oh, it’s been the prettiest of plots, Mr. Br...
7. Part 7“Indeed,” he answered, indifferently, and, pulling forward a chair, he seated himself beside his father. “I am happy to believe, sir, that you’re prepared to speak of me as free...
8. Part 8I have a belief—it dates from the time I passed at Rogues’ Haven—that the spirit of a man is stamped upon the house in which he dwells. Surely the spirit of old Edward Craike im...
9. Part 9He fell to silence; awhile I sat and watched him. He said then, musing, “I’ve rotted in this accursed house, since I left the sea. The house with the green ivy webbed about it;...
10. Part 10Now for a space I lay hid under the wall, having no mind to enter the garden and meet my uncle, but seeking time to review the perils threatening me, and the steps by which I sh...
11. Part 11“Authority!” said Mr. Bradbury, coldly. “My dear sir, I take my authority from my clients. I take it from Mr. Edward Craike. I am here to act at once in his interests, and in th...
12. Part 12He closed and hid his terrible casket in the black flag, and thrust the bundle back into the box. He muttered to me, “For you! D’ye hear me? For my son’s son! Set the box back;...
13. Part 13Mistress Barwise uttered a shrill scream, and rushed back among the rogues; they broke, fell back; scuttled like rats about the room; seeking the door, and finding Roger and the...
14. Part 14Roger Galt was nigh the gateway. He stood, hatless, mired, and bleeding from a gash upon his brow, regarding his horse, lying dead on the stones before him. He was dazed yet fro...
15. Part 15His words come sounding to me from that far afternoon, when last he walked within the garden: “I have looked from my window of a summer night, and I have seen the ghosts walk in...