Christmas Mystery – by William J. Locke
“I cannot tell how the truth may be:
I say the tale as ‘twas said to me.”
THE WHITE DOVE
THE BELOVED VAGABOND
THE DEMAGOGUE AND LADY PHAYRE
THE MORALS OF MARCUS ORDEYNE
AT THE GATE OF SAMARIA
A STUDY IN SHADOWS
SIMON THE JESTER
WHERE LOVE IS
“I heard it. I felt it. It was like the beating of wings.” Frontispiece
“I told you the place was uncanny.”
Instinctively they all knelt down.
Carried with them an inalienable joy and possession into the great world.
A Christmas Mystery
Three men who had gained great fame and honor throughout the world met unexpectedly in front of the bookstall at Paddington Station. Like most of the great ones of the earth they were personally acquainted, and they exchanged surprised greetings.
Sir Angus McCurdie, the eminent physicist, scowled at the two others beneath his heavy black eyebrows.
“I’m going to a God-forsaken place in Cornwall called Trehenna,” said he.