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RED MONEY

BY FERGUS HUME

Author of "The Mystery of a Hansom Cab," "The Solitary Farm," "ThePeacock of Jewels," "The Red Window," "The Steel Crown," etc.

1911

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.     THE DRAMA OF LITTLE THINGS
CHAPTER II.     IN THE WOOD
CHAPTER III.     AN UNEXPECTED RECOGNITION
CHAPTER IV.     SECRETS
CHAPTER V.     THE WOMAN AND THE MAN
CHAPTER VI.     THE MAN AND THE WOMAN
CHAPTER VII.     THE SECRETARY
CHAPTER VIII.     AT MIDNIGHT
CHAPTER IX.     AFTERWARDS
CHAPTER X.     A DIFFICULT POSITION
CHAPTER XI.     BLACKMAIL
CHAPTER XII.     THE CONSPIRACY
CHAPTER XIII.     A FRIEND IN NEED
CHAPTER XIV.     MISS GREEBY, DETECTIVE
CHAPTER XV.     GUESSWORK
CHAPTER XVI.     THE LAST STRAW
CHAPTER XVII.     ON THE TRAIL
CHAPTER XVIII.     AN AMAZING ACCUSATION
CHAPTER XIX.     MOTHER COCKLESHELL
CHAPTER XX.     THE DESTINED END
CHAPTER XXI.     A FINAL SURPRISE
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RED MONEY

CHAPTER I.

THE DRAMA OF LITTLE THINGS.

"Gypsies! How very delightful! I really must have my fortune told. Thedear things know all about the future."

As Mrs. Belgrove spoke she peered through her lorgnette to see if anyoneat the breakfast-table was smiling. The scrutiny was necessary, sinceshe was the oldest person present, and there did not appear to be anyfuture for her, save that very certain one connected with a funeral. Buta society lady of sixty, made up to look like one of forty (her maidcould do no more), with an excellent digestion and a constant desire,like the Athenians of old, for "Something New!" can scarcely be expectedto dwell upon such a disagreeable subject as death. Nevertheless, Mrs.Belgrove could not disguise from herself that her demise could not bepostponed for many more years, and examined the faces of the otherguests to see if they thought so too. If anyone did, he and she politelysuppressed a doubtful look and applauded the suggestion of afortune-telling expedition.

"Let us make up a party and go," said the hostess, only too thankful tofind something to amuse the house-party for a few hours. "Where did yousay the gypsies were, Garvington?"

"In the Abbot's Wood," replied her husband, a fat, small round-facedman, who was methodically devouring a large breakfast.

"That's only three miles away. We can drive or ride."

"Or motor, or bicycle, or use Shanks' mare," remarked Miss Greeby rathervulgarly. Not that any one minded such a speech from her, as hervulgarity was merely regarded as eccentricity, because she had money andbrains, an exceedingly long tongue, and a memory of other people's