Lost Man's Lane: A Second Episode in the Life of Amelia Butterworth

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Green Anna Katharine. Lost Man's Lane: A Second Episode in the Life of Amelia Butterworth

BOOK I. THE KNOLLYS FAMILY

I. A VISIT FROM MR. GRYCE

II. I AM TEMPTED

III. I SUCCUMB

IV. A GHOSTLY INTERIOR

V. A STRANGE HOUSEHOLD

VI. A SOMBRE EVENING

VII. THE FIRST NIGHT

VIII. ON THE STAIRS

IX. A NEW ACQUAINTANCE

X. SECRET INSTRUCTIONS

XI. MEN, WOMEN, AND GHOSTS

XII. THE PHANTOM COACH

XIII. GOSSIP

XIV. I FORGET MY AGE, OR, RATHER, REMEMBER IT

BOOK II. THE FLOWER PARLOR

XV. LUCETTA FULFILS MY EXPECTATION OF HER

XVI. LOREEN

XVII. THE FLOWER PARLOR

XVIII. THE SECOND NIGHT

XIX. A KNOT OF CRAPE

XX. QUESTIONS

XXI. MOTHER JANE

XXII. THE THIRD NIGHT

BOOK III. FORWARD AND BACK

XXIII. ROOM 3, HOTEL CARTER

XXIV. THE ENIGMA OF NUMBERS

XXV. TRIFLES, BUT NOT TRIFLING

XXVI. A POINT GAINED

XXVII. THE TEXT WITNESSETH

XXVIII. AN INTRUSION

XXIX. IN THE CELLAR

XXX. INVESTIGATION

XXXI. STRATEGY

XXXII. RELIEF

BOOK IV. THE BIRDS OF THE AIR

XXXIII. LUCETTA

XXXIV. CONDITIONS

XXXV. THE DOVE

XXXVI. AN HOUR OF STARTLING EXPERIENCES

XXXVII. I ASTONISH MR. GRYCE AND HE ASTONISHES ME

XXXVIII. A FEW WORDS

XXXIX. UNDER A CRIMSON SKY

XL. EXPLANATIONS

EPILOGUE. SOME STRAY LEAFLETS FROM AN OLD DIARY OF ALTHEA KNOLLYS, FOUND BY ME IN THE PACKET LEFT IN MY CHARGE BY HER DAUGHTER LUCETTA

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Ever since my fortunate – or shall I say unfortunate? – connection with that famous case of murder in Gramercy Park, I have had it intimated to me by many of my friends – and by some who were not my friends – that no woman who had met with such success as myself in detective work would ever be satisfied with a single display of her powers, and that sooner or later I would find myself again at work upon some other case of striking peculiarities.

Besides, though I appeared to be resting quietly, if not in entire contentment, on my laurels, I was not so utterly removed from the old atmosphere of crime and its detection as the world in general considered me to be. Mr. Gryce still visited me; not on business, of course, but as a friend, for whom I had some regard; and naturally our conversation was not always confined to the weather or even to city politics, provocative as the latter subject is of wholesome controversy.

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"Oh, you're a woman!" he retorted, almost roughly. "It's good business for women; and for men, too, perhaps, who love to see fruit hang, but I only care to eat it."

"Don't," Lucetta put in, but not with the vigor I had expected.

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