The Dangerfield Talisman

Douglas Fairmile had glanced down the room to where a fair-haired girl was sitting with a rather red-faced man. Douglas’s brows contracted slightly. That fellow Morchard had att...

The group of Rollo Dangerfield’s followers diminished as it passed along the corridor. At the main entrance, Douglas and Cynthia slipped aside and went off by themselves down th...

Freddie Stickney owed his presence in the Friocksheim house-party to qualities other than those which make a welcome guest. He was a mean little man, with a skin which invariabl...

“Ah! Neurasthenic, no doubt. It’s hard lines on these healthy looking people, Nina; their nerves are all fiddlestrings really, but they get no sympathy because they look so frig...

After Freddie Stickney had closed the door behind him, Wraxall frankly abandoned any pretence of being interested in his food. He pushed back his chair slightly and seemed to co...

He had been as good as his word. Each guest had been approached by him apart from the rest; and the appropriate hint, insinuation, or appeal, had been skilfully employed. They h...

“I’ve heard them both well spoken of—highly commended, in fact. I’d hate to draw an invidious distinction and cause trouble at the Zoo. But why this lust for general information...

Conway Westenhanger had no very high opinion of his own ability to unravel the Talisman mystery, and the more he thought over the subject the less could he see any simple soluti...

For almost a week, Friocksheim had been under strain. First had come the sultry spell, days of oppressive heat which set sensitive nerves on edge and brought a certain lassitude...

Mrs. Brent’s intervention did nothing to relax the tension in the social atmosphere of Friocksheim; on the contrary, it increased the general discomfort of the situation. Up to...

On the following day, Westenhanger took the earliest opportunity of informing Douglas about the developments in the night. He had been strongly impressed by old Dangerfield’s de...

“I must get rid of these, first of all,” he explained, tapping his binoculars. “While I’m upstairs, will you go along to the Corinthian’s Room and wait for me there? I shan’t be...

Conway Westenhanger had never pretended, even to himself, that he had a natural gift for detective work. He had quite frankly recognised that only good luck could bring him to s...

“Mind if I lock the door for a short time?” he asked, turning to his host. “I’d rather not be interrupted by anyone in the middle of this affair. You’ll agree with me when you’v...

“What do you mean, Conway?” she exclaimed. “The _real_ Talisman? Why, you saw the real Talisman put into that safe over yonder not three days ago by Mr. Dangerfield himself. How...