The Golden Suspect
The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal unbroken, the paper cream-colored and heavy as a coin. Dr. Elias Thorne did not open it immediately; he stood by the window, watching the late afternoon sun strip the leaves from the elms in the courtyard, knowing that the light was dying faster than the man who had sent it. He was fifty years old, a physician of the Imperial Sanitarium, a place...
0 Comments 0 Shares 6 Views 0 Reviews