When she had let down her case, she locked her bedroom door. And then she put out the light and climbed out of the window. Marooned as a baby, Valentine ...

“He had his tea as usual; when I knocked at the door with the tray (he always had afternoon tea), I found him—like this.” Dr Roger ...

She was looking at the place where the mirror had hung. It didn’t reflect anything because the glass was gone. Instead there was a blackness, a ...

“I know what we’ll do. We’ll play Devil-in-the dark.” When Sarah Trent was engaged as governess to seventeen-year-old Lucilla ...

“The blood’s coming from a cut at the back of his neck,” she said slowly. “He couldn’t have done that in falling. Some ...

“I went down to the pool, and he was lying half in and half out of it with his head bleeding and the tide coming in. The water was up to his shoulders. ...

“I’ve got to hurry,” Bobby said. “Mr Weston has been found dead from a knife-wound in his study.” It’s not easy ...

“Gets on your nerves, doesn’t it? I mean, that playing of hers. I’ve never heard anything like it.” “I haven’t ...

Protruding from the dead woman’s breast was the gold and jewelled dagger she had shown them half an hour before. And, looking horribly incongruous ...

Bobby Owen stood for a time in silence, looking down thoughtfully at the dead man’s face. A small, insignificant face, lacking even that touch ...