"What's the matter?" Vereker asked breathlessly, and at the same moment realised that the mass lying at Ricardo's feet was the body of a woman. "Has she fainted?""It's Mrs. Mesado, Algernon," replied Rica...

Thrusting his pipe in his pocket, he crossed to his writing desk. Extracting a heavy army-pattern revolver from a drawer, he began silently to search the whole ground floor of the house.Eileen Thurlow, an ardent devotee of spiritualis...