The Gothic Cage
The fog clung to the Yorkshire moors like a shroud on the night Eleanor Ashworth arrived at Blackwood Manor. She was twenty-eight, educated at a convent school in York, and possessed of a mind sharper than any Scotland Yard inspector's she had ever met ? though her gender precluded her from wearing the uniform that would have made her inquiries legitimate. The manor had been purchased thirty...
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