Tall, lithe and of great strength was Daunt, the grave-digger of the ancient church of St. Benedict, in the little village of Monks Arden, about three miles from Saffron Walden. His head was big and bullet-shaped...

Dearest Mum and Dad,—I know you will have been anxious to hear from me and wondering why I haven't written at once, but, as you can well guess, things have been dreadfully upset here, and really, I don't...

“We may say what we will, Mr. Larose,” remarked the thin scholarly looking man in a rather regretful tone, “but evil in a jeweled setting is less repugnant to the human mind, than when met with in sordid...

An attractive and aristocratic-looking girl of apparently quite ordinary origin has always had good reason to believe she was not the daughter of her mother's husband. Losing both her parents, she seeks...

Who will deny that all men have their secrets, and that deep down in every one of us the mind is scarred somewhere with the memories of unforgotten but never-mentioned acts? I know I have my secrets,...

Dr. Methuen's beautifully appointed consulting-room, with, all evidence about it of how successful his practice must be, was not infrequently the stage upon which poignant tragedies of life were set,...

One beautiful summer's evening a young man was bicycling slowly along the Military Road that runs between the great Outer Harbour of South Australia and Glenelg. The road was one very seldom used and...

“Gentlemen,” barked out the small wizened man, “money talks.” Nine men were seated at a long table in a very large room, where, except for a small and carefully shaded light directly above the head of...

Gilbert Larose is again called from retirement to solve a mystery—if anything, a mystery more baffling than those which have made his name in the past. Six murders in seven weeks and Scotland Yard is...

The detective had been watching for four days before he realised suddenly that the house was inhabited.   It was a sinister-looking house that stood alone upon a lonely shore in South Australia, and it...

If everything about me were known, I am quite aware the greater number of people would insist that I must be by nature an evil man. The thought of which amuses me, as in these latter years I appear to...

PROFESSOR PARIS STARBANK, for so he called himself, had a long string of letters after his name, but they did not indicate diplomas which had been granted to him by any recognised university or college...

One evening, just as dark was falling, in a many-windowed room of a long, low building standing within the shelter of a cliff high up on a lonely mountainside, were seated three men. The building was...

A large sum of money was stolen from a London bank and hidden in an old mill in a lonely and unfrequented part of Essex. It is found by two men already deep in crime, and the dreadful murder of one of...

Arthur Gask's 'The Hidden Door' is a gripping mystery novel that delves into the realms of psychological suspense and intrigue. The story follows a detective who is tasked with solving a baffling murder...

Arthur Gask's 'The Hidden Door' is a gripping mystery novel that delves into the realm of psychological suspense. Set in the backdrop of a secluded English mansion, the story unfolds with intricate plot...