Dornford Yates

THE HOUSE THAT BERRY BUILT CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE REMOVE TO THE HILLS, AND BERRY PULLS HIS TANDING by Berry's shoulder, I threw a glance round the chamber I knew so well. The book-lined walls, the chiselled mantelpiece; the original, elegant ceiling; the three, fair windows, whose upper...

CHAPTER I WE ENCOUNTER TWO DEADLY SINSWhen my great-uncle, Nicolas Ferrers, died in the arms of a pedlar by the side of the Great North Road, he left a world that knew but little about him and cared still less.My cousin, Hubert Constable, and I were his only relatives, but, though we were able to...