THE FORSAKEN INN (A Gothic Murder Mystery). Anna Katharine Green

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       Anna Katharine Green

      THE FORSAKEN INN

      (A Gothic Murder Mystery)

      Intriguing Novel Featuring Dark Events Surrounding a Mysterious Murder

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-3775-3

      Table of Contents

       Part I

       I. The Oak Parlor

       II. Burritt

       III. A Fearful Discovery

       IV. Questions and Answers

       V. An Interim of Suspense

       Part II. An Old Albany Romance

       VI. The Recluse

       VII. Two Women

       VIII. A Sudden Betrothal

       IX. Marah

       X. At the Foot of the Stairs

       XI. Honora

       XII. Edwin Urquhart

       XIII. Before the Wedding

       XIV. A Cassandra at the Gate

       XV. The Catastrophe

       XVI. A Dream Ended

       Part III. Retribution

       XVII. Strange Guests

       XVIII. Mrs. Truax Talks

       XIX. In the Halls at Midnight

       XX. The Stone in the Garden

       XXI. In the Oak Parlor

       XXII. A Surprise for Honora

       XXIII. In the Secret Chamber

       XXIV. The Marquis

       XXV. Mark Felt

       XXVI. For the Last Time

       XXVII. A Last Word

      Part I

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      Chapter I.

       The Oak Parlor

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      I was riding between Albany and Poughkeepsie. It was raining furiously, and my horse, already weary with long travel, gave unmistakable signs of discouragement. I was, therefore, greatly relieved when, in the most desolate part of the road, I espied rising before me the dim outlines of a house, and was correspondingly disappointed when, upon riding forward, I perceived that it was but a deserted ruin I was approaching, whose fallen chimneys and broken windows betrayed a dilapidation so great that I could scarcely hope to find so much as a temporary shelter therein.

      Nevertheless, I was so tired of the biting storm that I involuntarily stopped before the decayed and forbidding structure, and was, in truth, withdrawing my foot from the stirrup, when I heard an unexpected exclamation behind me, and turning, saw a chaise, from the open front of which leaned a gentleman of most attractive appearance.

      “What are you going to do?” he asked.

      “Hide my head from the storm,” was my hurried rejoinder. “I am tired, and so is my horse, and the town, according to all appearances, must be at least two miles distant.”

      “No matter if it is three miles! You must not take shelter in that charnel-house,” he muttered; and moved along in his seat as if to show me there was room beside him.

      “Why,” I exclaimed, struck with sudden curiosity, “is this one of the haunted houses we hear of? If so, I shall certainly enter, and be much obliged to the storm for driving me into so interesting a spot.” I thought he looked embarrassed. At all events, I am sure he hesitated for a moment whether or not to ride on and leave me to my fate. But his better impulses seemed to prevail, for he suddenly cried: “Get in with me, and leave mysteries alone. If you want to come back here after you have learned the history of that house, you can do so; but first ride on to town and have a good meal. Your horse will follow easily enough after he is rid of your weight.”

      It was too tempting an offer to be refused; so thankfully accepting his kindness, I alighted from my horse, and after tying him to the back of the chaise, got in with this genial stranger. As I did so I caught another view of the ruin I had been so near entering.

      “Good gracious!” I exclaimed, pointing to the structure that, with its projecting upper story and ghastly apertures, presented a most suggestive appearance, “if it does not look like a skull!”

      My companion shrugged his shoulders, but did not reply. The comparison was evidently not a new one to him.