The Red House Mystery

Mrs. Stevens is Frightened In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing o...

Mr. Gillingham Gets Out at the Wrong Station Whether Mark Ablett was a bore or not depended on the point of view, but it may be said at once that he never bored his company on the...

Two Men and a Body Cayley looked round suddenly at the voice. “Can I help?” said Antony politely. “Something’s happened,” said Cayley. He was breathing quickly. “I heard a shot—...

The Brother from Australia Guests at the Red House were allowed to do what they liked within reason—the reasonableness or otherwise of it being decided by Mark. But when once they...

Mr. Gillingham Chooses a New Profession As Cayley went over to the bell, Antony got up and moved to the door. “Well, you won’t want me, I suppose, inspector,” he said. “No, than...

Outside Or Inside? The guests had said good-bye to Cayley, according to their different manner. The Major, gruff and simple: “If you want me, command me. Anything I can do—Good-by...

Portrait of a Gentleman They walked in silence for a little, until they had left the house and gardens well behind them. In front of them and to the right the park dipped and then...

“Do You Follow Me, Watson?” Antony’s bedroom looked over the park at the back of the house. The blinds were not yet drawn while he was changing his clothes for dinner, and at vari...

Possibilities of a Croquet Set “What’s the matter?” said Bill sharply. Antony looked round at him with raised eyebrows. “You’ve thought of something suddenly,” said Bill. “What ...

Mr. Gillingham Talks Nonsense Antony came down in a very good humour to breakfast next morning, and found that his host was before him. Cayley looked up from his letters and nodde...

The Reverend Theodore Ussher “There’s one thing, which we have got to realize at once,” said Antony, “and that is that if we don’t find it easily, we shan’t find it at all.” “You...

A Shadow on the Wall In the twenty hours or so at his disposal Inspector Birch had been busy. He had telegraphed to London a complete description of Mark in the brown flannel suit...

The Open Window Anthony’s first thought was that Cayley had hidden something; something, perhaps, which he had found by the body, and—but that was absurd. In the time at his dispo...

Mr. Beverley Qualifies for the Stage Bill had come back, and had reported, rather breathless, that Cayley was still at the pond. “But I don’t think they’re getting up much except...

Mrs. Norbury Confides in Dear Mr. Gillingham They left the road, and took the path across the fields which sloped gently downwards towards Jallands. Antony was silent, and since i...

Getting Ready for the Night What was it which Cayley was going to hide in that pond that night? Antony thought that he knew now. It was Mark’s body. From the beginning he had see...

Mr. Beverley Takes the Water Cayley seemed very fond of them that night. After dinner was over, he suggested a stroll outside. They walked up and down the gravel in front of the h...

Guess-work The inquest was at three o’clock; thereafter Antony could have no claim on the hospitality of the Red House. By ten o’clock his bag was packed, and waiting to be taken ...

The Inquest The Coroner, having made a few commonplace remarks as to the terrible nature of the tragedy which they had come to investigate that afternoon, proceeded to outline the...

Mr. Beverley is Tactful The inquest had been held at the “Lamb” at Stanton; at Stanton Robert Ablett was to be buried next day. Bill waited about outside for his friend, wondering...

Cayley’s Apology “My Dear Mr. Gillingham, “I gather from your letter that you have made certain discoveries which you may feel it your duty to communicate to the police, and that...

Mr. Beverley Moves On “Good Lord!” said Bill, as he put down the letter. “I thought you’d say that,” murmured Antony. “Tony, do you mean to say that you knew all this?” “I gues...