The Hunt Ball Mystery. Sir William Magnay

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       Sir William Magnay

      The Hunt Ball Mystery

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066197254

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

       CHAPTER XX

       CHAPTER XXI

       CHAPTER XXII

       CHAPTER XXIII

       CHAPTER XXIV

       CHAPTER XXV

       CHAPTER XXVI

       CHAPTER XXVII

      I THE INTRUDER

      II THE STAINED FLOWERS

      III THE STREAK ON THE CUFF

      IV THE MISSING GUEST

      V THE LOCKED ROOM

      VI THE MYSTERY OF CLEMENT HENSHAW

      VII THE INCREDULITY OF GERVASE HENSHAW

      VIII KELSON'S PERPLEXITY

      IX THE CLOAK OF NIGHT

      X AN ALARMING DISCOVERY

      XI GIFFORD'S COMMISSION

      XII HAD HENSHAW A CLUE?

      XIII WHAT GIFFORD SAW IN THE WOOD

      XIV GIFFORD'S PERPLEXITY

      XV ANOTHER DISCOVERY

      XVI AN EXPLANATION

      XVII WHAT A GIRL SAW

      XVIII THE LOST BROOCH

      XIX IN THE CHURCHYARD

      XX AN INVOLUNTARY EAVESDROPPER

      XXI GIFFORD CONTINUES HIS STORY

      XXII HOW GIFFORD ESCAPED

      XXIII EDITH MORRISTON'S STORY

      XXIV HOW THE STORY ENDED

      XXV DEFIANCE

      XXVI ISSUE JOINED

      XXVII GIFFORD'S REWARD

      CHAPTER I

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      THE INTRUDER

      "I'm afraid it must have gone on in the van, sir."

      "Gone on!" Hugh Gifford exclaimed angrily. "But you had no business to send the train on till all the luggage was put out."

      "The guard told me that all the luggage for Branchester was out," the porter protested deprecatingly. "You see, sir, the train was nearly twenty minutes late, and in his hurry to get off he must have overlooked your suit-case."

      "The very thing I wanted most," the owner returned. "I say, Kelson," he went on, addressing a tall, soldierly man who strolled up, "a nice thing has happened; the train has gone off with my evening clothes."

      Kelson whistled. "Are you sure?"

      "Quite." Gifford appealed to the porter, who regretfully confirmed the statement.

      "That's awkward to-night," Kelson commented with a short laugh of annoyance. "Look here, we'd better interview the station-master, and have your case wired for to the next stop. I am sorry, old fellow, I kept you talking instead of letting you look after your rattle-traps, but I was so glad to see you again after all this long time."

      "Thanks, my dear Harry, you've nothing to blame yourself about. It was my own fault being so casual. The nuisance is that if I don't get the suit-case back in time I shan't be able to go with you to-night."

      "No," his friend responded; "that would be a blow. And it's going to be a ripping dance. Dick Morriston, who hunts the hounds, is doing the thing top-hole. Now let's see what the worthy and obliging Prior can do for us."

      The station-master was prepared to do everything in his power, but that did not extend to altering the times of the trains or shortening the mileage they had to travel. He wired for the suit-case to be put out at Medford, the next stop, some forty miles on, and sent back by the next up-train. "But that," he explained, "is a slow one and is not due here till 9.47. However, I'll send it on directly it arrives, and you should get it by ten o'clock or a few minutes after. You are staying at the Lion?"

      "Yes."