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Anna Katharine Green was an American poet and novelist. She was one of the first writers of detective fiction in America and distinguished herself by writing well plotted, legally accurate stories.Green had an early ambition to write romantic verse, and she corresponded with Ralph Waldo Emerson. When her poetry failed to gain recognition, she produced her first and best known novel, The Leavenworth Case (1878), praised by Wilkie Collins, and the hit of the year. She became a bestselling author, eventually publishing about 40 books.

"Look!" said he; "there is the daylight! This has been a gay night for Sutherlandtown." "Too gay," muttered another, starting aside as the slight figure of a young man coming from the house behind them rushed hastily by. "Why, who's that?" As they one and all had recognised the person thus alluded to, no one answered till he had dashed out of the gate and disappeared in the woods on the other side of the road. Then they all spoke at once. "It's Mr. Frederick!" "He seems in a desperate hurry." "He trod on my toes.

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I was riding along one autumn day through a certain wooded portion of New York State, when I came suddenly upon an old stone house in which the marks of age were in such startling contrast to its unfinished condition that I involuntarily stopped my horse and took a long survey of the lonesome structure. Embowered in a forest which had so grown in thickness and height since the erection of this building that the boughs of some of the tallest trees almost met across its decayed roof, it presented even at first view an appearance of picturesque solitude almost approaching to desolation. But when my eye had time to note that the moss was clinging to eaves from under which the scaffolding had never been taken, and that of the ten large windows in the blackened front of the house only two had ever been furnished[2] with frames, the awe of some tragic mystery began to creep over me, and I sat and wondered at the sight till my increasing interest compelled me to alight and take a nearer view of the place.

The hour of noon had just struck, and the few visitors still lingering among the curiosities of the great museum were suddenly startled by the sight of one of the attendants running down the broad, central staircase, loudly shouting: "Close the doors! Let no one out! An accident has occurred, and nobody's to leave the building." There was but one person near either of the doors, and as he chanced to be a man closely connected with the museum, -being, in fact, one of its most active directors, -he immediately turned about and in obedience to a gesture made by the attendant, ran up the marble steps, followed by some dozen others. At the top they all turned, as by common consent, toward the left-hand gallery, where in the section marked II, a tableau greeted them which few of them will ever forget. I say "tableau" because the few persons concerned in it stood as in a picture, absolutely motionless and silent as the dead. Sense, if not feeling, was benumbed in them all, as in another moment it was benumbed in the breasts of these new arrivals. Tragedy was there in its most terrible, its most pathetic, aspect. The pathos was given by the victim, -a young and pretty girl lying face upward on the tessellated floor with an arrow in her breast and death stamped unmistakably on every feature, -the terror by the look and attitude of the woman they saw kneeling over her-a remarkable woman, no longer young, but of a presence to hold the attention, even if the circumstances had been of a far less tragic nature. Her hand was on the arrow but she had made no movement to withdraw it, and her eyes, fixed upon space, showed depths of horror hardly to be explained even by the suddenness and startling character of the untoward fatality of which she had just been made the unhappy witn

Anna Katharine Green was an American poet and novelist. She was one of the first writers of detective fiction in America and distinguished herself by writing well plotted, legally accurate stories.Green had an early ambition to write romantic verse, and she corresponded with Ralph Waldo Emerson. When her poetry failed to gain recognition, she produced her first and best known novel, The Leavenworth Case (1878), praised by Wilkie Collins, and the hit of the year. She became a bestselling author, eventually publishing about 40 books. -Wikipedia

I had just come in from the street. I had a letter in my hand. It was for my fellow-lodger, a young girl who taught in the High School, and whom I had persuaded to share my room because of her pretty face and quiet ways. She was not at home, and I flung the letter down on the table, where it fell, address downwards. I thought no more of it; my mind was too full, my heart too heavy with my own trouble. Going to the window, I leaned my cheek against the pane. Oh, the deep sadness of a solitary woman's life! The sense of helplessness that comes upon her when every effort made, every possibility sounded, she realizes that the world has no place for her, and that she must either stoop to ask the assistance of friends or starve! I have no words for the misery I felt, for I am a proud woman, and--But no lifting of the curtain that shrouds my past. It has fallen for ever, and for you and me and the world I am simply Constance Sterling, a young woman of twenty-five, without home, relatives, or means of support, having in her pocket seventy-five cents of change, and in her breast a heart like lead, so utterly had every hope vanished in the day's rush of disappointments.

Excerpt from The Doctor, His Wife and the Clock On the 17th of July, 1851, a tragedy of no little interest occurred in one of the residences of the Colonnade in Lafayette Place. Mr. Hasbrouck, a well-known and highly respected citizen, was attacked in his room by an unknown assailant, and shot dead before assistance could reach him. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

I am not without self-control, yet when Miss Davies entered the room with that air of importance she invariably assumes when she has an unusually fine position to offer, I could not hide all traces of my anxiety. I needed a position, needed it badly, while the others- But her eyes are on our faces, she is scanning us all with that close and calculating gaze which lets nothing escape. She has passed me by-my heart goes down, down-when suddenly her look returns and she singles me out. "Miss Saunders." Then, "I have a word to say to you." There is a rustle about me; five disappointed girls sink back into their seats as I quickly rise and follow Miss Davies out. In the hall she faced me with these words: "You are discreet, and you evidently desire a position. You will find a gentleman in my sitting-room. If you come to terms with him, well and good. If not, I shall expect you to forget all about him and his errand the moment you leave his presence. You understand me?"

But he was not destined to carry out this impulse yet. For just at the height of his secret dissatisfaction there came a telephone message to Headquarters which roused the old man to something like his former vigor and gave to the close of this gray fall day an interest he had not expected to feel again in this or any other kind of day. It was sent from Carter's well-known drug store, and was to the effect that a lady had just sent a boy in from the street to say that a strange crime had been committed in --'s mansion round the corner. The boy did not know the lady, and was shy about showing the money she had given him, but that he had money was very evident, also, that he was frightened enough for his story to be true. If the police wished to communicate with him, he could be found at Carter's, where he would be detained till an order for his release should be received. A strange crime! That word "strange" struck Mr. Gryce, and made him forget his years in wondering what it meant. Meanwhile the men about him exchanged remarks upon the house brought thus unexpectedly to their notice.

Lost Man's Lane: A Second Episode in the Life of Amelia Butterworth, has been considered important throughout human history. In an effort to ensure that this work is never lost, we have taken steps to secure its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for both current and future generations. This complete book has been retyped, redesigned, and reformatted. Since these books are not scans of the authors' original publications, the text is readable and clear.

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The Leavenworth Case (1878), also known as A Lawyer's Story, is an American detective story and Anna Katharine Green's debut book. The murder of retired merchant Horatio Leavenworth at his New York house is the subject of this New York City-based story. The well-read book helped shape the detective fiction by introducing the investigator Ebenezer Gryce. The story opens with the murder and shooting of rich retired businessman Horatio Leavenworth in his library. No one could have left the Manhattan Mansion before the corpse was discovered the next day, according to the investigation conducted by Ebenezer Gryce and Everett Raymond. Mary and Eleanore, Leavenworth's orphaned nieces, Hannah the maid, and a strange guy who emerges on the scene all play a role in the inquiry as the narrative goes on.

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Anna Katherine Green is the author of The Mayor's Wife. But her eyes are on our faces, and she is scanning us all with that close, calculating glance that allows nothing to escape. The author wanted a position in the story of The Mayor's wife, desperately. When she looks at me again, she singles me out. Lady Saunders Then the character addresses you directly. He had the power to influence both men and women. But he was also a man who was troubled and confused by a dark cloud that hung over him. I stammered, "I beg your pardon," but he dismissed my coming apology just as easily as he did my initial attempt at cordial behavior. The mayor of the city and prospective governor candidate was Henry Packard. He and his party were both in a state of existential crisis. a detective story featuring ciphers, code-breaking, bigamy, and stealing. Green's thrillers are known for their logical organization and in-depth understanding of criminal law.

Our country clubhouse, The Whispering Pines, was closed for the year. He considered driving in to put an end to my dissatisfaction in a violent carouse. He suddenly noticed a faint trail of smoke rising from the chimneys he had personally sealed, locked, and barred. After looking into it, he sees his sister's fiancée run out of the building in tears and discovers her dead body upstairs. Fans of traditional detective fiction shouldn't miss "The House of the Whispering Pines," the third novel in Green's Caleb Sweetwater-starring detective series, which is a page-turner loaded with suspense. He did not fear an assault; I was afraid of something else. It was there, in the chamber, which, as he had already mentioned, seemed to be completely vacant. Why remain here like a gaby in the dark when there were still passageways to explore?

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