The Corner House Fred M. White

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The Corner House  by  Fred M. White

The Corner House by Fred M. White
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This ebook edition has been proofed and corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!***CONTENTS:I. THE HOUSE NEXT DOORII. HETTYIII. THE FACE AT THE WINDOWIV. WEAVING THE NETV. IN THE MORNING ROOMVI. A VISITORVII. AT THE CORNER HOUSEMoreThis ebook edition has been proofed and corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!***CONTENTS:I. THE HOUSE NEXT DOORII. HETTYIII. THE FACE AT THE WINDOWIV. WEAVING THE NETV. IN THE MORNING ROOMVI. A VISITORVII. AT THE CORNER HOUSEVIII.

PAUL PROUTIX. THE MISSING NOTESX. A POLICY OF SILENCEXI. THE NOTES ARE TRACEDXII. PROUT IS PUZZLEDXIII. SECOND SIGHTXIV. CROWNERS QUESTXV. LAWRENCE PROPHESIES AGAINXVI. MR. CHARLTON SPEAKSXVII. THE GAMBLERSXVIII. LAWRENCE IS MYSTERIOUSXIX. STOLEN!XX. UNEASY LIES THB HEADXXI. PERILXXII. FOR LOVE AND DUTYXXIII. TEN MINUTES PAST TWELVEXXIV. TREASURE TROVEXXV. A CHECKXXVI. THE BLACK MOTORXXVII. A GLASS OF WINBXXVIII. BAFFLED!XXIX. A KNOCK AT THE DOORXXX. PROUT GETS A CLUEXXXI. AN URGENT CALLXXXII. TOUCH AND GOXXXIII. THE WAY BLOCKEDXXXIV. A CLEVER MOVEXXXV. A POWERFUL ALLYXXXVI. A FAINT CLUEXXXVII.

THE TALK OF THE TOWNXXXVIII. MAITRANK STRIKESXXXIX. LAWRENCE SHOWS HIS HANDXL. ANOTHER COILXLI. PROUT IS INDISCREETXLII. FEAR!XLIII. A SLICE OF LUCKXLIV. AT LASTXLV. A CHASEXLVI. HETTY LEARNS SOMETHINGXLVII. FLOWNXLVIII. HETTY SPEAKS OUTXLIX. IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHTL. THREATENED RUINLI. THE WOLF IS UNCHAINEDLII. THE CAGE IS OPENEDLIII. FACE TO FACELIV. A STAB IN THE DARK LV. THE CORNER HOUSE AGAINLVI.

NOW THENLVII. A WAY OUTLVIII. NEARING THE ENDLIX. LIGHT IN THE CORNER HOUSELX. NARROWED DOWNLXI. LOGICLXII. CONFESSIONLXIII. A FINAL VERDICT***An excerpt from the beginning of:CHAPTER I.—The House Next Door.A brilliant light streamed from the open doorway of No. 1 Lytton-avenue, making a lane of flame across the pavement, touching pinched gaunt faces that formed a striking contrast to the dazzling scene within.

Outside it was cold and wet and sodden, inside was warmth, the glitter of electrics on palms and statuary and flowers, a sliding kaleidoscope of beautiful dresses. A touch of this grateful warmth came soft and perfumed down the steps, a drawn Lazarus huddled in his rags and shivered.Whats all this mean? he growled to an equally indigent neighbour. There was a clatter and clash of harness as carriage after carriage drove up. This aint quite Park-lane, guvnor.Anyway, its the fashion, the other growled hoarsely.

I ought to know, because I used to be one of them before the accursed drink—but that is another story. Ever heard of the Countess Lalage?Oh, thats it. Lovely woman with a romantic history. Rich as thingamy, been proposed to by all the dukes what aint married already. Read it in one of the evening papers.Poverty and want were jostling with well-dressed content on the pavement. It was one of the strangest and most painful contrasts that can be seen in the richest city in the world. And the contrast was heightened by the meanness of the Corner House.Black, dark, deserted, grimy shuttered windows—a suggestion of creeping mystery about it.

Time ago the corner house was the centre of what might have been a thrilling tragedy. Some of the older neighbours could tell of a cry in the night, of the tramping of feet, of a beautiful woman with the poison still in her hand, of the stern black husband who said never a word, though the shadow of the scaffold lay heavily upon him.Since then the corner house looked down with blank shuttered eyes on the street.

None had ever penetrated its mystery, nobody had crossed its threshold from that day to this. The stern dark man had disappeared- he had locked up his house and gone, leaving not so much as a caretaker behind.Strange that this dark, forbidding house should stand cheek by jowl with all that was modern and frivolous and fashionable. Even in the garden behind Lytton-avenue the corner house frowned with sightless eyes out of its side windows, eerie and creeping in the daytime.But the heedless throng of fashionables reeked nothing of this.

The Countess Lalage was their latest craze. Who she was or where she came from nobody knew nor cared. She was young and wonderfully beautiful in a dashing Southern way, her equipages were an amazement to the park- she must have been immensely rich, or she would never have entertai



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