The Voice at the Telephone
Dick Carson stole into the familiar hall. A light was still burning in the library. It was an unheard of thing for his father to be up at such an hour. Was it possible the old man was thinki... Read allDick Carson stole into the familiar hall. A light was still burning in the library. It was an unheard of thing for his father to be up at such an hour. Was it possible the old man was thinking of him, regretting perhaps his inexorable part in the stormy scene of the evening befor... Read allDick Carson stole into the familiar hall. A light was still burning in the library. It was an unheard of thing for his father to be up at such an hour. Was it possible the old man was thinking of him, regretting perhaps his inexorable part in the stormy scene of the evening before? Dick hesitated at the library door. Then Clara's face appeared to him. He turned on his... Read all