While She Sleeps (British Murder Mystery). Ethel Lina White

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       Ethel Lina White

      While She Sleeps

      (British Murder Mystery)

      Thriller Classic and a Mistery Novel

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-0000-9

       Chapter I. Hail Happy Morn

       Chapter II. A Vacuum Cleaner

       Chapter III. The Invisible Player

       Chapter IV. The Empty House

       Chapter V. Gloves

       Chapter VI. The Appointment

       Chapter VII. The Listener

       Chapter VIII. All Cats Are Grey

       Chapter IX. The Cards Talk

       Chapter X. White Heather

       Chapter XI. Calais-Interlaken Express

       Chapter XII. The Real Miss Loveapple

       Chapter XIII. The Paragon

       Chapter XIV. Long Distance Murder

       Chapter XV. Mountains

       Chapter XVI. Kleine Scheidegg

       Chapter XVII. The Jewel-Case

       Chapter XVIII. Face Value

       Chapter XIX. Nocturnal

       Chapter XX. Nightmare

       Chapter XXI. Match-Point

       Chapter XXII. A Cup of Coffee

       Chapter XXIII. 'When She Sleeps'

       Chapter XXIV. A Dose of Salts

       Chapter XXV. The Underworld

       Chapter XXVI. Screen Magic

       Chapter XXVII. The Vigil

       Chapter XXVIII. The First Bit of Luck

      CHAPTER ONE. Hail Happy Morn

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      Miss Loveapple awoke with a smile. She had slept well; her digestion was good—her conscience clear; and she had not an enemy in the world.

      There was nothing to warn her that, within the next hour, she would be selected as a victim to be murdered.

      As she threw aside the sheets and sat up in bed, she looked beautiful. Just as every dog has his day, every woman has her hour. Since Miss Loveapple's dress allowance was shaved to the limit, she triumphed when she was in undress.

      Her low sleeveless nightdress revealed the whiteness of her skin which had not been exposed to the sun. Her fair hair fell over her shoulders in thick plaits. As she stretched out her arms in a yawn, she seemed to be welcoming the gift of life.

      It was a blue windy day in late summer. The sun shone brightly upon her toilet table, striking through the cut-glass trinket set in rainbow gleams. She could hear the welcome rattle of china which told her that the maid was mounting the stairs with her early tea and the Times.

      Birds were singing in the beech-tree which shaded her window, as though to celebrate good news. It had come, the night before, by the last post, in a letter from a London house agent. He had told her of an unexpected chance to let her town house, which would enable her to take a rare holiday abroad.

      'Switzerland,' she said aloud. 'Mountains. You lucky me.'

      Miss Loveapple believed in her luck. She was positive that Providence had drawn up a schedule of beneficent events for her special benefit. If any sceptic doubted that she was under the direct protection of an unseen Patron, she could offer proof of her claim.

      To begin with, out of millions of hopeful gamblers, she, alone, was chosen to draw a certain horse in an Irish Sweep and consequently to realise the supreme ambition of her life.

      In addition to this spectacular slice of good fortune, she could produce a long list of minor examples of her luck. Royalty died after she had bought a black hat,

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