George Manville Fenn

The Mynns' Mystery George Manville Fenn

Book Excerpt: ...ast asleep to wake again, take the keys and keep them for my dear boy.""Oh, uncle, dearest!" sobbed the girl."God bless you, my pet! But I put it off too long. I may not see my boy again. That's right; quite under the pillow, dear. Thank you. Kiss me, not as your uncle, but as James Harrington, the grim old man who told your father and mother he would protect their little girl, and has tried to do his duty by her."Gertrude raised the withered hand, and held it to her lips, as, after removing the pillow, the old man lay back, tired out, and slept calmly and peacefully. And, as she watched him, she thought of her position there in that great house a dozen miles from town. How she had grown up with no young companions save those she had encountered at school, and how the time had glided away. How of late the old man who had adopted her had begun to talk of his approaching end, and chilled her at first with horror till she grew accustomed to his conversation; but never chilling her so much...