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Get all the lamps out

Going down the last flight of stairs, to the basement, she felt a little light-headed. She would be better after coffee, and she decided she would have some toast this morning, too. Getting up without...

A remedy for anxiety

She slept soundly, undisturbed by George when he came to bed, and awoke at six thirty. She lay in the dark, listening to the wind which was still raging outside and to her husband’s heavy...

Rise and fall

Hamilton took the minibus down to pick up the party from the village just before six. By that time, clouds had gathered on this side of the valley, and a bitterly cold wind had risen....

We run this show for cosiness

‘We like to turn the thing into a sort of family party, up at the chalet,’ Hamilton said. ‘With only a few guests, and pretty well isolated, one more or less has to. I’ll tell...

Dramatis personae

Jane Winchmore had been widowed early – she could scarcely be thirty. Her best feature was her hair, which was thick silky gold, cut short, but she had the kind of features that went well...

The end of the line

They swung round another corner, and Douglas saw the house. It was built high up in a bowl that some geological cataclysm, long ago, had scooped out of the mountain side. The road they were...

The Possessors

The Possessors had a long memory, but not long enough to encompass their origins. At one time, it seemed likely, they had had a separate life, but for aeons which were now uncountable their life...