A thoroughly up-to-date mystery story in Mr. Hume's best manner, the interest centering around Dan the aviator and his charming fiancÚ, who have run counter to Queen Beelzebub, the chief of a demon gang.
--" began Lillian, advancing, only to be waved back and prevented from speaking further by Mrs. Bolstreath.
"Don't make love before my very eyes," she said crossly; "after all I am paid to keep you two apart, and--and--well, there's no time for coffee, so we had better finish the discussion in the car. There is plenty of time between Hampstead and the Strand to allow of a long argument. And remember, Dan," Mrs. Bolstreath turned at the door to shake her finger, "this is your last chance of uninterrupted conversation with Lillian."
"Let us make honey while the flowers bloom," whispered Halliday, poetically, and stole a final and hasty kiss before he led the girl after the amiable dragon, who had already left the room.
The lovers found her talking to a poorly-dressed and rather stout female clothed in rusty mourning, who looked the picture of decent but respectable poverty. The entrance door stood open, and the waiting motor-car could be seen at the steps, while the footman stood near Mrs.
the novel is very good
This is the sort of Edwardian spine-chiller that Bertie Wooster liked to read before bedtime. In this long-vanished world, men are men, gals are doughty fiancees, lords are murdered, secretaries are suspect and probably pale, aviation is in its infancy, and little old ladies living near the North York Moors are . . . . well, the less said the better.
Very innocent, and entertaining.
Wow, I love this book. It kept me in suspense all through the night. I could'nt wait to finish it. You are a great writer and i want to say thank you for writing this. I look forward to reading more.