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Vanished Messenger - Chapter 36 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 36

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 36
CHAPTER XXXVIMr. John P. Dunster removed the cigar from his teeth and gazed at the long white ash with the air of a connoisseur. He was stretched in a long chair, high up in the terraced gardens behind the Hall. At his feet were golden mats of yellow crocuses; long borders of hyacinths--pink and purple; beds of violets; a great lilac tree, with patches of blossom here and there forcing their way into a sunlit world. The sea was blue; the sheltered air where they sat was warm and perfumed. Mr. Dunster, who was occupying the position of a favoured guest,... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2982

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 35 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 35

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 35
CHAPTER XXXVMr. Fentolin, arrived outside on the stone front of the boat-house, pointed the wheel of his chair towards the Hall. Hannah Cox, who kept by his side, however, drew it gently towards the beach. "Down here," she directed softly. "Bring your chair down the plank-way, close to the water's edge." "My good woman," Mr. Fentolin exclaimed furiously, "I am not in the humour for this sort of thing! Lock up, Sarson, at once; I am in a hurry to get back." "But you will come just this little way," she continued, speaking without any change of tone. "You see, the... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 3366

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 34 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 34

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 34
CHAPTER XXXIVMr. John P. Dunster, lying flat upon his little bed, watched with dilated eyes the disappearance of the ladder. Then he laughed. It was a queer sound--broken, spasmodic, devoid of any of the ordinary elements of humor--and yet it was a laugh. Mr. Fentolin turned his head towards his prisoner and nodded thoughtfully. "What a constitution, my friend!" he exclaimed, without any trace of disturbance in his voice. "And what a sense of humour! Strange that a trifling circumstance like this should affect it. Meekins, burn some more of the powder. The atmosphere down here may be salubrious, but I... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2309

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 33 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 33

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 33
CHAPTER XXXIIIA gleam of day was in the sky as Hamel, with Mrs. Fentolin by his side, passed along the path which led from the Tower to St. David's Hall. Lights were still burning from its windows; the outline of the building itself was faintly defined against the sky. Behind him, across the sea, was that one straight line of grey merging into silver. The rain had ceased and the wind had dropped. On either side of them stretched the brimming creeks. "Can we get into the house without waking any one?" he asked. "Quite easily," she assured him. "The front... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 3274

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 32 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 32

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 32
CHAPTER XXXIIHamel, for the next few minutes, forgot everything else in his efforts to restore to consciousness his unexpected visitor. He rebuilt the fire, heated some water upon his spirit lamp, and forced some hot drink between the lips of the woman who was now almost in a state of collapse. Then he wrapped her round in his own ulster and drew her closer to the fire. He tried during those few moments to put away the memory of all that she had told him. Gradually she began to recover. She opened her eyes and drew a little sigh. She made... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 884

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 28 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 28

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 28
CHAPTER XXVIIIMr. Fentolin, his carriage drawn up close to the beach, was painting steadily when Hamel stood once more by his side. His eyes moved only from the sea to the canvas. He never turned his head. "So your wooing has not prospered, my young friend," he remarked gently. "I am sorry. Is there anything I can do?" "Your niece has gone out to lunch," Hamel replied shortly. Mr. Fentolin stopped painting. His face was full of concern as he looked up at Hamel. "My dear sir," he exclaimed, "how can I apologise! Of course she has gone out to lunch.... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2420

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 27 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 27

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 27
CHAPTER XXVIIHamel awoke to find his room filled with sunshine and a soft wind blowing in through the open window. There was a pleasant odour of coffee floating up from the kitchen. He looked at his watch--it was past eight o'clock. The sea was glittering and bespangled with sunlight. He found among his scanty belongings a bathing suit, and, wrapped in his overcoat, hurried down-stairs. "Breakfast in half an hour, Mrs. Cox," he called out. She stood at the door, watching him as he stepped across the pebbles and plunged in. For a few moments he swam. Then he turned over... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 3410

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 26 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 26

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 26
CHAPTER XXVIOnce more Hamel descended from the little train, and, turning away from St. David's Hall, made his way across the marshes, seawards. The sunshine of the last few days had departed. The twilight was made gloomy by a floating veil of white mist, which hung about in wet patches. Hamel turned up his coat collar as he walked and shivered a little. The thought of his solitary night and uncomfortable surroundings, after all the luxury of St. David's Hall, was scarcely inspiring. Yet, on the whole, he was splendidly cheerful. The glamour of a host of new sensations was upon... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 1525

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 25 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 25

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 25
CHAPTER XXVHamel met Kinsley shortly before one o'clock the following afternoon, in the lounge of the Royal Hotel at Norwich. "You got my wire, then?" the latter asked, as he held out his hand. "I had it sent by special messenger from Wells." "It arrived directly after breakfast," Hamel replied. "It wasn't the easiest matter to get here, even then, for there are only about two trains a day, and I didn't want to borrow a car from Mr. Fentolin." "Quite right," Kinsley agreed. "I wanted you to come absolutely on your own. Let's get into the coffee-room and have some... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2740

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 24 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 24

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 24
CHAPTER XXIVHamel sat alone upon the terrace, his afternoon coffee on a small table in front of him. His eyes were fixed upon a black speck at the end of the level roadway which led to the Tower. Only a few minutes before, Mr. Fentolin, in his little carriage, had shot out from the passage beneath the terrace, on his way to the Tower. Behind him came Meekins, bending over his bicycle. Hamel watched them both with thoughtful eyes. There were several little incidents in connection with their expedition which he scarcely understood. Then there came at last the sound for... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 1956

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 23 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 23

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 23
CHAPTER XXIIIHamel sliced his ball at the ninth, and after waiting for a few minutes patiently, Esther came to help him look for it. He was standing down on the sands, a little apart from the two caddies who were beating out various tufts of long grass. "Where did it go?" she asked. "I have no idea," he admitted. "Why don't you help look for it?" "Searching for balls," he insisted, "is a caddy's occupation. Both the caddies are now busy. Let us sit down here. These sand hummocks are delightful. It is perfectly sheltered, and the sun is in our... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2620

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 22 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 22

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 22
CHAPTER XXIIMr. Fentolin sat for a moment in his chair with immovable face. Then he pointed to the door, which Gerald had left open behind him. "Close that door, Gerald." The boy obeyed. Mr. Fentolin waited until he had turned around again. "Come and stand over here by the side of the table," he directed. Gerald came without hesitation. He stood before his uncle with folded arms. There was something else besides sullenness in his face this morning, something which Mr. Fentolin was quick to recognise. "I do not quite understand the nature of your question, Gerald," Mr. Fentolin began. "It... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2728

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 18 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 18

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 18
CHAPTER XVIIIThe beautiful but somewhat austere front of St. David's Hall seemed, in a sense, transformed, as Hamel and his companion climbed the worn grey steps which led on to the broad sweep of terrace. Evidently visitors had recently arrived. A dark, rather good-looking woman, with pleasant round face and a ceaseless flow of conversation, was chattering away to Mr. Fentolin. By her side stood another woman who was a stranger to Hamel--thin, still elegant, with tired, worn face, and the shadow of something in her eyes which reminded him at once of Esther. She wore a large picture hat and... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 3307

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 17 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 17

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 17
CHAPTER XVIIMr. Fentolin, having succeeded in getting rid of his niece and his somewhat embarrassing guest for at least two hours, was seated in his study, planning out a somewhat strenuous morning, when his privacy was invaded by Doctor Sarson. "Our guest," the latter announced, in his usual cold and measured tones, "has sent me to request that you will favour him with an interview." Mr. Fentolin laid his pen deliberately down. "So soon," he murmured. "Very well, Sarson, I am at his service. Say that I will come at once." Mr. Fentolin lost no time in paying this suggested visit.... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2603

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 16 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 16

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 16
CHAPTER XVI"Let us follow the example of all great golfers," Hamel said. "Let us for this morning, at any rate, imagine that your whole world is encompassed within these eighteen holes. We have been sent here in a moment of good humour by your tyrant uncle. The sun shines, and the wind is from the west. Why not?" "That is all very well for you," she retorted, smiling, "but I have topped my drive." "Purely an incident," he assured her. "The vicissitudes of the game do not enter into the question. I have driven a ball far above my usual form,... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 2009

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 15 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 15

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 15
CHAPTER XVMr. Fentolin led the way to a delightful little corner of his library before the open grate, recently piled with hissing logs, an easy chair had been drawn. He wheeled himself up to the other side of the hearthrug and leaned back with a little air of exhaustion. The butler, who seemed to have appeared unsummoned from somewhere among the shadows, served coffee and poured some old brandy into large and wonderfully thin glasses. "Why my house should be turned into an asylum to gratify the hospitable instincts of my young nephew, I cannot imagine," Mr. Fentolin grumbled. "A... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 892

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 14 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 14

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 14
CHAPTER XIVMr. Fentolin, on leaving the dining-room, steered his chair with great precision through the open, wrought-iron doors of a small lift at the further end of the hall, which Doctor Sarson, who stepped in with him, promptly directed to the second floor. Here they made their way to the room in which Mr. Dunster was lying. Doctor Sarson opened the door and looked in. Almost immediately he stood at one side, out of sight of Mr. Dunster, and nodded to Mr. Fentolin. "If there is any trouble," he whispered, "send for me. I am better away, for the present. My... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 1408

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 13 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 13

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 13
CHAPTER XIIIDuring the next half-hour, Hamel was introduced to luxuries to which, in a general way, he was entirely unaccustomed. One man-servant was busy preparing his bath in a room leading out of his sleeping apartment, while another brought him a choice of evening clothes and superintended his disrobing. Hamel, always observant, studied his surroundings with keen interest. He found himself in a queerly mixed atmosphere of luxurious modernity and stately antiquity. His four-poster, the huge couch at the foot of his bed, and all the furniture about the room, was of the Queen Anne period. The bathroom which communicated with... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 935

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 12 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 12

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 12
CHAPTER XIIFrom where Hamel stood a queer object came strangely into sight. Below the terrace of St. David's Hall--from a spot, in fact, at the base of the solid wall--it seemed as though a gate had been opened, and there came towards him what he at first took to be a tricycle. As it came nearer, it presented even a weirder appearance. Mr. Fentolin, in a black cape and black skull cap, sat a little forward in his electric carriage, with his hand upon the guiding lever. His head came scarcely above the back of the little vehicle, his hands and... Long Stories - Post by : bcsbusters - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 3448

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 8 Vanished Messenger - Chapter 8

Vanished Messenger - Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIIIRichard Hamel, although he certainly had not the appearance of a person afflicted with nerves, gave a slight start. For the last half-hour, during which time the train had made no stop, he had been alone in his compartment. Yet, to his surprise, he was suddenly aware that the seat opposite to him had been noiselessly taken by a girl whose eyes, also, were fixed with curious intentness upon the broad expanse of marshland and sands across which the train was slowly making its way. Hamel had spent a great many years abroad, and his first impulse was to speak... Long Stories - Post by : Terence - Date : May 2012 - Author : E. Phillips Oppenheim - Read : 3328