easily get in by sticking a penknife in between the upper and lower sash of the window. It would be quite easy."
"What nonsense you talk, Jane," said Mrs. Belgrove, impatiently. "Noel is not the man to come after a married woman when her husband is away. I have known him since he was a Harrow schoolboy, so I have every right to speak. Where is Sir Hubert?"
"He is at Paris or Pekin, or something with a 'P,'" said Lady Garvington in her usual vague way. "I'm sure I don't know why he can't take Agnes with him. They get on very well for a married couple."
"All the same she doesn't love him."
"He loves her, for I'm sure he's that jealous that he can't scarcely bear her out of his sight."
"It seems to me that he can," remarked Mrs. Belgrove dryly. "Since he is at Paris or Pekin and she is here."
"Garvington is looking after her, and he owes Sir Hubert too much, not to see that Agnes is all right."
Mrs. Belgrove peered at Lady Garvington through her lorgnette. "I thi
Murder occurs at an English country estate following the arrival of a caravan of Gypsies temporarily camping on the grounds.
This is the best mystery I have read for a while - a complex and interesting plot and strong characters. Highly recommended.
Red money starts promisingly if for no other reason than the excessively fine manners found in most novels of a century ago are varied with sly insults and snarkiness. Before long the realism falters, however, and we find ourselves in the middle of a preposterous murder mystery.
The characters are distinctive, certainly, but as the tale progresses they act less and less like genuine humans, and more like cutouts, with highly unlikely motives for such acts as murder, extortion and the naming of heirs.
Fergus Hume is superior to Romer and inferior to Doyle as a storyteller however his characters are interesting. The women are multi dimensional and actually appear to be integral to the human race. Something not always found in mystery stories of this era. This story includes an English manor house and a somewhat dysfunctional family, a pack of gipsy transients and a reasonably good mystery. There are numerous potential suspects and more than a few flawed and damaged players. Some quasi-racialist comments not intended to offend which no doubt accurately reflect the early 1900\'s era. Not a great mystery but a decent read.