دانلود رایگان کتاب The House of Strange Secrets by Eric Baylay
“Squire Carrington’s carriage, this way, please,” proclaimed this magnificent powdered footman wearing the Marquis of Moorland’s livery. His stentorian tones echoing from the porch, over which were suspended the nobleman’s arms, interrupted an edifying conversation between Squire Carrington’s coachman and the
individual who presided over another local dignitary’s stables, both of whom, with their carriages, had taken refuge from the inclement weather beneath the stately ash trees which were the pride of their noble owner and his gardener (by the way, a far more important personage).
“Well, good e’ning to yer, Mr. Wilkes,” remarked the Carrington coachman, flicking up his horses; “I’ll tell yer some more about the ole man and ‘is hexentricities next time I ‘ave the pleasure of renooing our acquaintance.” And wrapping his topcoat round him, so as to shield his valuable carcase from the drizzling rain, the venerable retainer in charge of Mr. Harold Carrington’s spirited greys turned his horses’ heads and drew up the carriage–a coach of out-of-date pattern–at the front door, which had been held open for two gentlemen in evening dress who were effecting an early departure from the annual ball given by the Marquis
to all the neighbouring gentry.