Category: Sam Youd

The wrong son died

‘You’re wrong, though. I wasn’t an only child.’ He looked up and saw her face gazing down at his, unsure and bewildered. It was strange, he thought, that this was something he had never mentioned...

Breaking the silence

She came and sat up beside him, resting against the head-board. She was wearing the dark green dress into which she generally changed on coming to the flat; it brought out the coppery red tints...

All this must end

He lay on the bed and watched Patricia moving about the room. Her dressing, like most things about her, gave the appearance of casualness, but misleadingly so: the items, when pulled on or snapped into...

Bluebeard’s mistress

In a spot where they were shielded from possible watchers, he took her in his arms and kissed her. She stood on tip-toe, holding her face up to his; without high heels her smallness was...

I have odd fits of honesty

Frank stood beside Helen and watched Parker disappear into the crowd, in the direction of the door. ‘I should think,’ he said, ‘that it will take him ten minutes at least to make absolutely sure...

Exorcizing memories

With regard to Lucus and Patricia, he was leading a curious kind of double life. He had not told Patricia of having met Lucus again, nor of the fact that he was continuing to see...