The indiscretions of a lady's maid

_Là! là!_ To-day, the 10th of April, at half-past three o’clock, I have entered upon my new situation—the seventeenth in the five years I have been in service as _femme-de-chamb...

Within a fortnight of leaving the service of Madame Engleheart I found myself engaged by Lady Allardyce, who lived with her husband, Sir Hubert Allardyce, at Branksome Court, on...

This time I found myself engaged by a lady named Otway, who lived at the Park Lane end of Grosvenor Street. A large house, toilettes by Worth, hats from the Rue de la Paix, smar...

As I stood for inspection before her in her private sitting-room at the Savoy Hotel in London, I noted that she was but little more than thirty, with clean-cut features, wide-op...

Ah! you who are an employer—master or mistress—know nothing of the mean trickery practised there. _Affreuses baraques_, markets of human flesh, where half the “situations” offer...

In consequence of a letter received through a registry-office I went down to the quiet old-fashioned town of Stamford, in Lincolnshire—a dead-alive place which the main line of...

On the eighteenth day of April in the year 1909, there occurred in the ancient city of Florence—the Winter City of the English—an astounding affair, the real truth of which, had...

With infinite care the chief of the Secret Police of Italy kept the actual details from the newspapers. As far as that was concerned, he carried out the wishes of the London pol...

About a week after my visit to Scotland Yard a strange incident occurred. I was seated one afternoon in my modest lodgings off the King’s Road, Chelsea, when a card bearing the...

I saw the Chevalier, and told him of my visit to Scotland Yard, though I said nothing of what Flugel or Mademoiselle Cornforth had told me. I had given a pledge of secrecy, and,...

He was about forty, tall, bony, yet robust. His hair was black, slightly tinged with grey at the temples, which brightened the darkness of his complexion. His rather prominent e...

_Superbe! Tonnerre de Dieu!_ was she not one of the beauties of England? Daughter of the hook-nosed old Countess of Hannaford, her eldest sister had married a duke, while she ha...

Madame Houget was French, like myself, but her accent was Provençal. She, with Monsieur her husband, came to London frequently to spend the early summer, and usually took a furn...

It came about in this manner. Soon after the departure of Madame Houget I found myself again in the _bureaux_, and one morning was interviewed by a lady named Wentworth, tall, g...

When I arrived, with my trunk on the top of a four-wheeler as usual, a big green motor-car was standing at the door, and there descended the steps a middle-aged round-faced jovi...