Ethel Lina White
STEP IN THE DARK
A British Mystery Classic
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2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-0253-9
Table of Contents
Chapter II. Behind The Curtain
Chapter III. The Countess Leaves Town
Chapter V. Introduction To The Island
Chapter VI. Flowers For The Bride
Chapter VII. Discreet Inquiries
Chapter XXIII. Enter Mrs. Yates
Chapter XXVI. A Postcard From Bruges
CHAPTER ONE. REFLECTIONS
Across the table, Georgia Yeo looked at her hostess with timid admiration.
"I wonder," she thought, "if the time will ever come when that face will be familiar to me, at meals?"
She was acutely nervous, for she realized that the little dinner-party was a formal occasion when she was on exhibition. This was her great moment—her chance to grasp a future which blinded her with its brilliancy.
At present, she felt almost breathless by the rush of events, as though she were another Alice, whirled relentlessly through the air. It was only ten days since she had left England, for the first time in her life. Since then, much had happened—and it had happened too quickly.
She had come to Brussels and met the Count.
History was made on her first night. She chose to stay at an old-established hotel, patronised by those who preferred an atmosphere of tradition to ultramodern plumbing. Once the mansion of a wealthy family, it preserved its original grandeur of yellowed marble walls and vast gilt-framed mirrors as a background for solid nineteenth-century furniture.
It was situated in the town, amid a tangle of dark narrow streets, so that Georgia was able to gaze through the revolving doors of the lounge and watch the people passing outside. A fine rain was falling so imperceptibly that it was visible only as a sliver through the darkness. It glistened on a procession of umbrellas and the statuary of a fountain, set in the middle of the road.
Inside was the brilliancy of branching electric lights—a constant flux of visitors—a babel of voices speaking an unfamiliar language. As she sat and watched, the novelty of her surroundings thrilled her to excited expectancy. For six years she had looked out, at twilight, always upon the same scene—an empty grey waste, with a distant white line of crawling foam, marking the sea.
She opened her cigarette case, which was the signal for the Count literally to leap into her life, forestalling the waiter with a match.
"Can it be really true?" he asked a minute later. "The clerk at the Bureau tells me that you are Mrs. Yeo—the celebrated writer of so many detective thrillers?"
Faster, faster...When she admitted
