The Carleton Case

Twilight was falling over The Birches, and Edward Carleton, seated alone on the piazza, gazed out over the darkening fields into a world of ever blending shadows and onward cree...

It was nearly seven o'clock when Jack Carleton strolled into the carriage house, to find Satterlee, sleeves rolled up, his big rubber apron tied around his waist, busy washing t...

Once again the household at The Birches had settled down into its wonted routine of daily life. Yet with a difference, too, for over the whole place the shadow of the tragedy st...

Across the rampart of his desk Henry Carleton gazed regretfully at his visitor; then once again shook his head. "I'm sorry, Van Socum," he said, "I hate to refuse such a call, a...

It was after eight o'clock, yet still faintly light out-of-doors, as Jack Carleton left his rooms at the Mayflower Club, and came slowly down the winding staircase, with one han...

Henry Carleton and his daughter sat in the library at The Birches, Carleton writing at the long table, Rose, with easy chair drawn up in front of the fire, busied with her embro...

Jack Carleton stood in front of the ticker in Turner and Driver's office, letting the narrow white ribbon run lightly through his fingers. For the moment he was alone. The big c...

Helmar had covered perhaps half the distance to the house, when ahead of him he caught sight of a little girl, sitting cross-legged under the shade of one of the big elms, her h...

"Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,--nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so n...

From a slumber that was scarcely a sleep, a slumber feverish and fitful, broken by restless starts and uneasy twitchings, Arthur Vaughan suddenly opened his eyes, on the instant...

Opposite the gateway of the Eversley train, the three men stood grouped together, with growing impatience awaiting Jack Carleton's arrival. The gilded hands of the big clock, em...

The butler had withdrawn to superintend the bringing in of the dinner's final course. Helmar, with his hand outstretched toward his wine glass, for a moment hesitated, and looki...

Henry Carleton leaned back contentedly in his office chair. The afternoon was drawing to a close; another good day's work was done; the pathway of the future lay bright before h...

It was long past closing time at Henry Carleton's. Every one, from the oldest clerk to the smallest office boy, had long since gone home. For three hours, almost, the two men ha...

It was nine o'clock on a cold, bleak evening in late December. A bitter, stinging, northwest wind raged unopposed up and down the length of the passive, shivering, all but deser...

Marjory Graham rose from her seat as Carleton entered the room, her hand outstretched in friendly greeting. "I'm glad you came out, Jack," she said, "it's seemed like a long time."

In Doctor Morrison's breakfast-room the curtains were drawn back, and the windows stood wide open, letting in a flood of warm June sunshine, and filling the whole room with the...

Slowly and thoughtfully Carleton ascended the stairs; reached his room; entered it; had even begun, with the mechanical force of habit, to fumble in his pockets for a match--and...