Annie Haynes
Golden Age Murder Mysteries - Complete Inspector Furnival & Inspector Stoddart Series
Annie Haynes Edition: Abbey Court Murder, House in Charlton Crescent, Crow Inn's Tragedy
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[email protected] 2017 OK Publishing ISBN 978-80-7583-250-4
Table of Contents
Inspector Furnival Series The Abbey Court Murder (1923) The House in Charlton Crescent (1926) The Crow's Inn Tragedy (1927)
Inspector Stoddart Series The Man with the Dark Beard (1928) Who Killed Charmian Karslake? (1928) The Crime at Tattenham Corner (1929) The Crystal Beads Murder (1930)
Inspector Furnival Series
The Abbey Court Murder
Chapter I
St. Peter's was rapidly becoming the church for fashionable weddings; but even St. Peter's had seldom been the centre of a larger or more fashionable crowd than was assembling this warm April afternoon to see Lady Geraldine Summerhouse married to the man of her choice. There was the usual gathering of loiterers round the door and on the steps of the church; while the traffic in the street was impeded by the long line of private carriages and motors setting down guests.
Two men came round the corner of King's Street, walking quickly; the sightseers brought them to a standstill.
"Hullo, what is this?" one of them exclaimed. "Oh, I see, a wedding. Well I suppose we shall get through somehow."
Both men, though they wore the conventional frockcoat and silk hat, had the look of travellers, or colonials, with their thin bronzed faces. The foremost of the two had reached the last line of waiting spectators, and was just about to cross the red carpet that was laid up the steps of the church and under the awning. The policeman put up a warning hand, some guests were alighting, another car took its place before the kerb. A group of maidservants, with baskets of flowers, stood immediately before the two strangers. The man behind turned his head idly as a big dark man sprang from a car and handed out a tall exquisitely dressed woman. Together they came up the steps and passed close to the stranger, but the beautiful eyes did not glance at him, did not note the change that swept over his face.