on>Dorothy Fielding
Scarecrow
(Musaicum Murder Mysteries)
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2021 OK Publishing
EAN 4064066381424
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. THE FARM OF THE GOLDEN GOAT
CHAPTER II. INSKIPP HEARS OF MIREILLE, AND LEARNS WHAT THE GOLDEN GOAT STANDS FOR
CHAPTER III. INSKIPP WRITES TO MIREILLE, AND AN ACCIDENT HAPPENS TO FLORENCE
CHAPTER IV. MISS BLYTHE TAKES THE NEWS ODDLY
CHAPTER V. INSKIPP DECIDES TO RETURN TO ENGLAND
CHAPTER VI. SOME OLD NEWSPAPERS FURNISH INTERESTING READING
CHAPTER VII. INSKIPP UNDERTAKES A COMMISSION
CHAPTER VIII. INSKIPP GOES TO DOVER
CHAPTER IX. THE PARTY OF FOUR BREAK UP
CHAPTER X A DEAD TRAMP IS CLAIMED BY TWO WOMEN
CHAPTER XI. A NAME IS FOUND FOR THE TRAMP
CHAPTER XII. COTTAGE IS A MYSTERY
CHAPTER XIII. AN OLD CRIME THROWS ITS SHADOW ON THE NEW ONE
CHAPTER XIV. THE CHIEF INSPECTOR RUNS OVER THE POSSIBLE LINKS BETWEEN MRS. WHIN-BROWNING AND INSKIPP
CHAPTER XV. LEMONS GROW IN MENTON
CHAPTER XVI. MR. PARNALL GOES TO THE FARM OF THE GOLDEN GOAT
CHAPTER XVII. POINTER IS INTERESTED IN A PHOTOGRAPH AND TWO FRAMES
CHAPTER XVIII. THE GUESTS LEARN THAT SOME OF THEM HAVE GOT INTO PRINT
CHAPTER XX. MIREILLE'S IDENTITY BECOMES A PUZZLE
CHAPTER XXI. A PRISONER IS SET FREE
CHAPTER XXII. AT CLERMONT-FERRAND THE END COMES IN SIGHT
CHAPTER XXIII. MRS. NORBURY IS MISSING
CHAPTER XXIV. A SCARECROW IS THE MAIN INCIDENT IN THE ROUNDING-UP OF A MURDERER
CHAPTER I.
THE FARM OF THE GOLDEN GOAT
"JACK you're infernally lazy." Florence Rackstraw, hands on narrow hips, looked at Inskipp with an air of impatience. "Come along. The walk back will do you good."
It was now nearly five o'clock.
"I don't need to be done good to," murmured Inskipp, his felt hat tilted over his eyes. "I'm perfect."
"Same here," said Elsie Cameron drowsily. She was seated on the rocks beside him. "Don't let us keep you, Florence."
Florence shot Inskipp an angry look. He caught it and closed his eyes promptly. Her brother joined the little group of three on the Menton promenade.
"Well, haven't we dallied long enough in Babylon?" he asked, shifting a handful of stones to another pocket.
"In Bosio, you mean," chaffed Elsie. Honoré Bosio keeps the best cake shop in Menton, and the Rackstraws loved a good feed.
"Shake a leg, Inskipp," adjured Rackstraw. "I want to discuss an episode in Haroun with you."
Inskipp yawned. The two were writing a scenario. They were to share the profits of the film between them, and each talked as though they had a gold mine under their hats.
"Haroun is tired," announced Inskipp firmly. "Very tired. He won't be at home to visitors until to-morrow. Besides, Elsie and I are going to drive up to the farm with Norbury."
"You are an idler," said Florence with a nip-in of her thin lips, as, with a wave of the hand that looked angry instead of friendly, she led the way at a good pace along the Promenade du Midi to where the road started that would bring them after a three hours' ramble to Norbury's farm, La Chèvre d'Or, high up in the hills behind Menton. The four were his paying guests.
Elsie and Inskipp watched them disappear.
"There, but for the grace of God—" murmured Inskipp unctuously.
"I don't think any one should be as ugly as those two are," said Elsie. She spoke meditatively, objectively. She was an artist, and, incidentally,
