The curse of the Reckaviles

I. The “Final” II. The Coming of the Stranger III. The End of the Line IV. At the Castle V. The Reckavile Horror VI. Portham-on-Sea VII. In the Dark Night VIII. “The Red Cote” I...

I. The Convent School II. Flight III. The Marriage IV. The Divorce and After V. The Second Marriage VI. The Blow Falls VII. A Nameless Wife VIII. Roy at Oxford IX. A Ghost from...

The Final for the Hospital Cup was being fought out between Guys and Barts, and the usual crowd of joyful medicos were making their way to the ground, dressed in every fantastic...

Ena Sefton was returning from the local grocer, who carried on a desperate, and fortuitous existence during the winter months, hoping to reap a harvest in the summer. The place...

“It’s about time, too,” growled the older man “there’s the deuce of a fuss over the affair, not that the man was worth much, but he was a peer of the Realm, and a member of the...

It was a wet afternoon, and dusk was coming on when he got within sight of the building. Traces of flower-beds and garden plants showed through the tangle of growth, like the ru...

The constable had gone. Being off duty, he had volunteered to fetch Fletcher’s bag from the station, while he remained as he said to ‘get the atmosphere of the place.’ A large f...

Fletcher was up early, and after a good breakfast, set out to walk to Bungalow Town. The day was clear, and the events of the night before appeared less sombre, in the light of...

It appeared that business was slack, and he spent a great part of his time at his old trade of fishing. Only when Fletcher tried to work the conversation round to the affair at...

Sergeant Andrews was a shrewd man and ambitious. He had been rather offended when the Reckavile case had been taken out of his hands, and was not particularly pleased when he he...

When Jack Sefton got home that night, he found his sister waiting for him in a mood in which he had seldom seen her. It was late, and he would have slipped off to bed, but she s...

Ena Sefton was on her way to the village church on Sunday morning. It was the old church which had stood there for centuries, long before such a thing as a bungalow town was hea...

The following Saturday Sefton was waiting in his bungalow, and Ena was with him, rather nervous, but glad that the shadow was to be lifted at last. Jack had written to Andrews t...

The old man was quite straightforward; it was true, he had asked Sefton to change a five pound note for him, which had been given him by Lord Reckavile as wages. When his Lordsh...

It was Sergeant Andrews who spoke these ominous words. By his side was Fletcher with a smile of triumph on his face. He had run his enemy to earth at last, and even though he mi...

The news that Halley and Ena were engaged was the last straw to Fletcher. One thing was now firm in his mind, to find out the truth of the whole matter, and not to fail in this...

A great Cathedral Church rises high over the river, a beautiful landmark for miles round. It is not an old Gothic church, for these passed into the hands of the Anglicans at the...

Hugh Desmond was more of a hunter than a libertine. What he desired, he pursued, but after the capture he was sated, and would turn to a fresh venture. If he could stop short be...

His method had been simple. He had written to London, explaining that he required a complete outfit, and giving a description of the lady. It was not the first time, and the art...

Wheatland got his divorce. There was no defence, for when Reckavile considered the matter with his family lawyer, he decided not to have certain letters read in court, and all t...

The summons had come, and Hugh braced himself to meet the call. Would to God he could have refused to go; to pretend that he was dead, anything to get out of it. But the pervert...

Three days they kept it up. Wynter discovered new wonders in the cellar each day, and while at breakfast everyone was discussing trains, towards evening departure had been forgo...

A terrible gale was blowing up the Channel, and wise mariners made for port before it was too late, while wives shuddered at the howling whose menace they knew too well.

Doctor Halley grew old in his service for Carlotta, ungrudging and without hope of reward. His hair grew white, and the road to Murano became heaviness to him, but he never comp...

Coming from the theatre after a matinee, along the Strand, Roy was making his way to an obscure restaurant where food was comparatively cheap, when he nearly collided with two m...

Halley knocked at the door of the _Black Horse_ and Mrs. Southgate opened to him. He raised his hat politely, saying “Have you a room here I could have for a few days?”

There was silence in the room after Halley had told his story, in fewer words than are given here. Not a sound had broken the stillness and all eyes had been fixed on him, as pa...

“I don’t see that we are any further towards the solution of the murder,” said Fletcher. “All that we have heard sheds no light on the actual crime at all.”

Southgate and his wife were setting luncheon in the old timbered room at the _Black Horse_, with great care. There were flowers on the table, and a row of bottles on the sideboard.