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Candle-Light
The view from the narrow window was dreary and inexpressibly lonely. Miles of neglected park-land stretched in an unbroken plain to the hor…
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The Ritual of the Dagger
After dinner, Abbershaw was one of the first to enter the great hall or drawing-room which, with the dining-room, took up the best part of…
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In the Garage
The weirdness of the great stone staircases and unlit recesses was even more disquieting than Abbershaw had imagined it would be. There wer…
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Murder
They went slowly back to the house. Meggie went straight up to her room, and Abbershaw joined the others in the hall. The invalid’s corner…
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The Mask
Abbershaw made his way quietly down the corridor to Wyatt’s room. The young man had taken him into it himself earlier in the day, and he fo…
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Mr Campion Brings the House Down
Abbershaw sat up for some time, smoking, after Prenderby left him, and when at last he got into bed he did not sleep at once, but lay stari…
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Five o’clock in the Morning
George Abbershaw stood in front of the fire-place in his bedroom and looked down into the fast-greying embers amongst which some red sparks…
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Open Warfare
Breakfast that morning showed every promise of being a gloomy and uncomfortable meal. Wyatt had discreetly announced his uncle’s death, and…
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Chris Kennedy Scores a Try Only
As soon as Abbershaw had recovered from his first surprise, he turned to Meggie. She was standing just beside him, the others having split…
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The Impetuous Mr Abbershaw
A hasty search revealed the fact that Mr Campion had indeed disappeared, and the discovery, coupled with Chris Kennedy’s experience of the…
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One Explanation
That evening, after tea had been served in ominous silence by the same two men-servants who had waited at lunch, Michael Prenderby crossed…
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‘Furthermore . . .’ said Mr Campion
After the little silence that followed Abbershaw’s announcement, Prenderby spoke. ‘What’s in this mysterious package they’ve lost?’ he said…
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Abbershaw Sees Red
‘My God, Abbershaw, he was right! They’ve got her!’ Ten minutes after Mr Campion had first suggested that Meggie might be the next victim,…
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Abbershaw Gets His Interview
When Abbershaw picked himself up he discovered that he was not in Colonel Coombe’s bedroom as he had supposed, but in a smaller and more lu…
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Doctor Abbershaw’s Deductions
The room into which Meggie and Abbershaw were thrust so unceremoniously in the middle of the night was one of the three which opened out on…
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The Militant Mrs Meade
‘Good heavens, what was that?’ It was Meggie who spoke. The noise had awakened her and she sat up, her hair a little wilder than usual and…
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In the Evening
The disturbing discovery which Meggie and Abbershaw had made in Mrs Meade’s story silenced them for some time. Until the old woman’s extrao…
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Mr Kennedy’s Council
When Albert Campion and his two refugees crawled out at the far end of the passage, they found the cupboard door open and the entire crowd…
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Mr Campion’s Conjuring Trick
The six young people went down to the big dining-hall with a certain amount of trepidation. Jeanne clung to Prenderby, the other two girls…
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The Round-Up
As Abbershaw and Campion made their way slowly down the staircase to the first floor, the house seemed to be unnaturally silent. The candle…
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The Point of View of Benjamin Dawlish
It was all over very quickly. There was no way of telling if the cold merciless voice behind the blinding lights was speaking truth or no,…
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The Darkest Hour
‘The time,’ said Mr Campion, ‘is nine o’clock.’ Chris Kennedy stretched himself wearily. ‘Six hours since that swine left us,’ he said. ‘Do…
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An Error in Taste
‘What shall I shout to him?’ said Martin nervously, as the solitary horseman came cantering across the turf towards the house. ‘I can’t bla…
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The Last of Black Dudley
‘I’m sorry to ’ave ’ad to trouble you, sir.’ Detective-Inspector Pillow, of the County Police, flapped back a closely written page of his n…
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Mr Watt Explains
After dinner one evening in the following week, Abbershaw held a private consultation on the affair in his rooms in the Adelphi. He had not…
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‘Cherchez la Femme’
‘If you’d only keep quiet,’ said Michael Prenderby, edging a chair between himself and the vigorous Martin who was loudly demanding particu…
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A Journey by Night
For the first few miles, while they were still in the traffic, Prenderby contented himself with keeping the disguised Rolls in sight. It wo…
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Should a Doctor Tell?
Still holding the handkerchief well in front of him, Whitby came a pace or two nearer, and presently his weak, half-apologetic voice came t…
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The Last Chapter
In the six weeks which followed the unsatisfactory trip to the Essex Marshes, Abbershaw and Meggie were fully occupied preparing for their…