As a convivial group leaves a dance one night a young man rushes by muttering "Thank God, this night of horror is over"... and soon therafter cries of "Murder!" alert the group that Agatha Webb has been stabbed to death!
u see. He has swallowed a glass of port, but that is all. The other glasses have had no wine in them, nor have the victuals been touched."
"Seats set for three and only one occupied," murmured Mr. Sutherland. "Strange! Could he have expected guests?"
"It looks like it. I didn't know that his wife allowed him such privileges; but she was always too good to him, and I fear has paid for it with her life."
"Nonsense! he never killed her. Had his love been anything short of the worship it was, he stood in too much awe of her to lift his hand against her, even in his most demented moments."
"I don't trust men of uncertain wits," returned the other. "You have not noticed everything that is to be seen in this room."
Mr. Sutherland, recalled to himself by these words, looked quickly about him. With the exception of the table and what was on and by it there was nothing else in the room. Naturally his glance returned to Philemon Webb.
"I don't see anything but this poor sleeping
Very good mystery, although itís difficult to believe anyone could be quite so saintly (and superstitious) as Agatha Webb. The tragic love story underlying the mystery lift it out of the ordinary whodunnit genre.
Really good mystery tale. Anna Katharine Green is often credited as the author who first popularized detective fiction. Arthur Conan Doyle went out of his way to meet her when he first toured the US. I have read about five of her books and they are a little hit and miss, with some a little too formulaic and predictable. Agatha Webb is masterful and engaging.
This is the first time a have read one of her books and I love it. I love a good mystery and this has it all.