The House in the Mist E-Book

Anna Katharine Green

• Herausgeber: Publisher s11838
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The House in the Mist is a detective story written by American poet and novelist Anna Katharine Green. This book is one of many works by her. And now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as blurred or missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

Leseprobe

The House in the Mist

By

Anna Katharine Green

Table of Contents

THE HOUSE IN THE MIST

I. AN OPEN DOOR

II. WITH MY EAR TO THE WAINSCOTING

III. A LIFE DRAMA

IV. THE FINAL SHOCK

THE RUBY AND THE CALDRON

THE HERMIT OF —— STREET

CHAPTER I. I COMMIT AN INDISCRETION

CHAPTER II. A STRANGE WEDDING BREAKFAST

CHAPTER III. ONE BEAD FROM A NECKLACE

CHAPTER IV. I LEARN HYPOCRISY

CHAPTER V. THE STOLEN KEY

CHAPTER VI. WHILE OTHERS DANCED

THE HOUSE IN THE MIST

I. AN OPEN DOOR

It was a night to drive any man indoors. Not only was the darkness impenetrable, but the raw mist enveloping hill and valley made the open road anything but desirable to a belated wayfarer like myself.

Being young, untrammeled, and naturally indifferent to danger, I was not averse to adventure; and having my fortune to make, was always on the lookout for El Dorado, which, to ardent souls, lies ever beyond the next turning. Consequently, when I saw a light shimmering through the mist at my right, I resolved to make for it and the shelter it so opportunely offered.

But I did not realize then, as I do now, that shelter does not necessarily imply refuge, or I might not have undertaken this adventure with so light a heart. Yet, who knows? The impulses of an unfettered spirit lean toward daring, and youth, as I have said, seeks the strange, the unknown and, sometimes, the terrible.

My path toward this light was by no means an easy one. After confused wanderings through tangled hedges, and a struggle with obstacles of whose nature I received the most curious impression in the surrounding murk, I arrived in front of a long, low building which, to my astonishment, I found standing with doors and windows open to the pervading mist, save for one square casement through which the light shone from a row of candles placed on a long mahogany table.