It had rained steadily for three days, the straight, relentless rain of early May on the Missouri frontier. The emigrants, whose hooded wagons had been rolling into Independence for the past month and whose tents gleamed through the spring foliage, lounged about in one another's camps cursing the weather and swapping bits of useful information.
It had rained steadily for three days, the straight, relentless rain of early May on the Missouri frontier. The emigrants, whose hooded wagons had bee...
Chapman Price was leaving Grasslands. Events had been rapidly advancing to that point for the last three months, slowly advancing for the last three years. Everybody who knew the Prices and the Janneys said it was inevitable, and people who didn't know them but read about them in the "society papers" could give quite glibly the reasons why Mrs. Chapman Price was going to separate from her husband.
Chapman Price was leaving Grasslands. Events had been rapidly advancing to that point for the last three months, slowly advancing for the last three y...
The time was late August some eleven years ago. The place that part of central California where, on one side, the plain unrolls in golden levels, and on the other swells upward toward the rounded undulations of the foothills.
The time was late August some eleven years ago. The place that part of central California where, on one side, the plain unrolls in golden levels, and ...
Poor Sylvia Hesketh Even now, after this long time, I can't think of it without a shudder, without a comeback of the horror of those days after the murder. You remember it-the Hesketh mystery? And mystery it surely was, baffling, as it did, the police and the populace of the whole state. For who could guess why a girl like that, rich, beautiful, without a care or an enemy, should be done to death as she was. Think of it-at five o'clock sitting with her mother taking tea in the library at Mapleshade and that same night found dead-murdered-by the side of a lonesome country road, a hundred and...
Poor Sylvia Hesketh Even now, after this long time, I can't think of it without a shudder, without a comeback of the horror of those days after the m...
"Hello " said Babbitts from the sheets of the morning paper. I'll call him Babbitts to you because that's the name you'll remember him by-that is if you know about the Hesketh Mystery. I generally call him "Soapy," the name the reporters gave him, and "Himself," which comes natural to me, my mother being Irish. Maybe you'll remember that too? And he calls me "Morningdew"-cute, isn't it? It's American for my last name Morgenthau-I was Molly Morgenthau before I was married.
"Hello " said Babbitts from the sheets of the morning paper. I'll call him Babbitts to you because that's the name you'll remember him by-that is if y...
