The Bittermeads Mystery

Book Excerpt: ...dissatisfaction."Nerves all to pieces," he muttered. "That won't do. Hang it all, the job's no worse than following a wounded tiger into the jungle, and I've done that before now. Only then, of course, one knew what to expect, whereas now - And I was a silly ass to lose my temper with that boy at the station. You aren't making a very brilliant start, Bobby, my boy."By this time he had left the little town behind him and he was walking along a very lonely and dark road. On one side was a plantation of young trees, on the other there was the open ground, covered with furze bush, of the village common. Where the plantation ended stood a low, two-storied house of medium size, with a veranda stretching its full length in front. It stood back from the road some distance and appeared to be surrounded by a large garden. At the gate Dunn halted and struck a match as if to light a pipe, and by the flickering flame of this match the name "Bittermeads," painted on the gate became vis...