Helen Vardon's confession
By Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
Classic work by Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin).
Table of Contents
XI. A HARBOUR OF REFUGE XII. THE HIDDEN HAND XIII. A CRYSTAL-GAZER AND OTHER MATTERS XIV. JASPER DAVENANT XV. THE MAGIC PENDULUM XVI. THE SWEATED ARTIST XVII. THE APOTH...
XXIII. THE DEAD HAND XXIV. THE GATHERING CLOUDS XXV. SUSPENSE: AND A DISCOVERY XXVI. THE ADJOURNED INQUIRY XXVII. THE INDICTMENT XXVIII. THE VERDICT EPILOGUE Prologue ...
The Crack of Doom There is no difficulty whatever in deciding upon the exact moment at which to open this history. Into some lives the fateful and significant creep by degrees, un...
Atra Cura As the study door closed, I sank into my easy chair with a sudden feeling of faintness and bodily exhaustion. The momentary shock of horror and amazement had passed, giv...
The Covenant As I sped swiftly along the quiet roads on the outskirts of the town the confusion and sense of helplessness began to subside under the influence of action and a defi...
The Eleventh Hour As I drew near the neighbourhood of our house my fears grew so that I was compelled by sheer breathlessness and the trembling of my limbs to slacken my pace. I w...
On the Brink Of the four days that followed, I do not, even now, like to think. The dreadful change that was coming into my life loomed up every moment more distinct, more threate...
A Meeting and a Parting It turned out to be easier than I had expected to keep my appointment with Mr. Otway, for my father had business that took him abroad early, and, when I ca...
The Terms of Release When Mrs. Gregg had gone, I shut the door, and, sinking on to the chair by the writing-table, tried to collect my thoughts. But though I was vaguely conscious...
“Whom God Hath Joined----” Our states of mind in certain unforeseen circumstances are sometimes surprising, even, to ourselves. As I walked away from Mr. Otway’s house, I think I ...
Testimony and Counsel Those who are apt to refer in contemptuous terms to the artificiality of the plots of the novelist must have failed to observe the orderly way in which event...
The Turning of the Page Dr. Thorndyke listened to my recital of the history of the tragedy, not only with patience, but with close attention and apparently keen interest, interrup...
A Harbour of Refuge It was the cabman who first made it clear to me that my town address was somewhat out of the common. He had stowed my two portmanteaux on the roof (it was a fo...
The Hidden Hand I had been settled in my new home about a month when I received a letter from Mr. Jackson. It was principally devoted to a report on business matters concerned wit...
A Crystal-Gazer and Other Matters The cheerful atmosphere of the old house in Wellclose Square soon dissipated my gloomy thoughts. It was nearing supper-time when I arrived, and a...
Jasper Davenant The silence that had fallen between me and my companion remained unbroken (with one exception, when he briefly drew my attention to the old stone name-tablet, insc...
The Magic Pendulum The weighty question whether my handicraft would yield me a livelihood was answered on the following morning by the arrival of a letter from Mr. Campbell; and i...
The Sweated Artist I had told Mr. Otway that I had to go; but I did not tell him why. If I had, he would probably have been considerably startled. For the fact is that while we we...
The Apotheosis of the Titmouse The respective merits of hard and soft porcelain have been, from time to time, warmly debated by collectors and experts, but never, perhaps, have th...
Among the Breakers My preoccupation with Peggy Finch’s affairs had to some extent submerged my own, but now that my little friend had triumphantly emerged from the house of Bondag...
Illusions and Disillusions It is a generally accepted belief that of all the remedies for an aching heart, the most effective is distraction of the mind from the subject of its af...
Cloud and Sunshine Reviewing on the morrow my experiences at Mr. Quecks’ house, I was conscious of a rather definite change of outlook. Those experiences had made a very deep impr...
A Dreadful Inheritance It has always been, and still is, somewhat of a puzzle to me to account for the sudden and complete change in my point of view in regard to my union with Ja...
The Catastrophe Viewed by the cheerful light of the morning sun as it streamed in through my bedroom window, the phantoms of the previous night dwindled to mere scare-crows. On th...
The Dead Hand The entry of Mr. Otway into my life inaugurated a long succession of disasters. The very first words that I heard him speak shattered the peace of a lifetime. Thence...
The Gathering Clouds The distaste which I felt for my errand did not prevent me from following Mr. Smallwood’s advice on the subject of punctuality. It was some minutes short of h...
Suspense: and a Discovery “I had hoped,” said Jasper, as we met by the table, “that you would come on here. I had to take the chance. I suppose you understood why I made myself sc...
The Adjourned Inquiry The second sitting of the inquest was a much more portentous affair than the first. The large room, or hall, in which it was held was nearly full when I ente...
The Indictment During the short interval, in which the coroner took a final glance over his notes, there was a general stirring among the occupants and a suggestion of preparation...
The Verdict The arrival of Dr. Thorndyke seemed to me to close the last avenue of escape. The coroner had guessed at my guilty secret, but he only offered his guess as a speculati...