Between the Dark and the Daylight
Richard Marsh
Language: English
Pages: 151
ISBN: 1519715412
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Hailed by some fans as the Stephen King of the early twentieth century, Richard Marsh produced a prodigious body of work in the horror, mystery, and supernatural genres before turning to action-adventure later in life. The collection Between the Dark and the Daylight brings together some of Marsh's best work, ranging from mysteries to romances and more.
though Mr. Watson would have fallen after it. He seemed even more distressed than his friend. His face was clammy, his hands were trembling. "Burgoyne, what—whatever do you mean?" "My wife's a kleptomaniac, that's what I mean." "A kleptomaniac! You—you don't mean that she has taken the stones?" "I do. Sounds like a joke doesn't it?" "A joke! I don't know what you call a joke! It'll be no joke for me. There's to be a meeting, and those stones will have to be produced for experts to examine.
Having hustled them into the station, I went in search of Mr. Holman. "The converted drunkard" was really enjoying himself for the first time. He had already disposed of four threepennyworths of rum, and was draining the last as I came in. "Now, sir, if you was so good as to loan me another shilling, I shouldn't wonder if I was to have a nice day, after all." "I dare say. We'll talk about that later on. If you don't want to be lost in London, you'll come with me at once." I scrambled them all
which he was to act, and in which, he said, there was a part which would fit May like a glove. It was not a large part; still, there it was. If she chose, he would see she had it. I wrote and told her what Claud said. She jumped for joy—through the post, you understand. Then they began to draw me in. Until her mother's return, May was to have gone, for safe keeping, to one of her mother's particular friends. If she had gone, the thing would have been hopeless. But, at the last moment, the plan
and, as these young ladies are in her sole charge, she feels herself responsible for them. So would you just mind leaving us?" It seemed that he did mind; though he showed no signs of having his feelings hurt by the suggestion, as some persons might have done. "Don't you worry, governor; I'll help her look after 'em. I've looked after a few people in my time, so the young lady can trust me—can't you, miss?" Jane giggled. My impression is that my aunt felt like shaking her. But just then I made
"It is about your contributions to the well-advertised Skittles, Mr. Plumber. There seems to be a strong feeling on the subject in the parish. I thought that we might meet together here and arrive at a common understanding." Mr. Plumber bowed. He turned to the others. He bowed to them. There was a pause, as if of hesitation as to what ought to be done. Then Mr. Luxmare spoke. "May I ask Mr. Plumber some questions?" The vicar beamed, or endeavoured to. "You had better, Mr. Luxmare, address