The Red House Mystery

A.A. Milne
Red House Mystery, The

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TO JOHN VINE MILNE MY DEAR FATHER,
Like all really nice people, you have a weakness for detective stories, and feel that there
are not enough of them. So, after all that you have done for me, the least that I can do for
you is to write you one. Here it is: with more gratitude and affection than I can well put
down here.
A.A.M.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
I. MRS. STEVENS IS FRIGHTENED
II. MR. GILLINGHAM GETS OUT AT THE WRONG STATION
III. TWO MEN AND A BODY
IV. THE BROTHER FROM AUSTRALIA
V. MR. GILLINGHAM CHOOSES A NEW PROFESSION
VI. OUTSIDE OR INSIDE?
VII. PORTRAIT OF A GENTLEMAN
VIII. "DO YOU FOLLOW ME, WATSON?"
IX. POSSIBILITIES OF A CROQUET SET
X. MR. GILLINGHAM TALKS NONSENSE

XI. THE REVEREND THEODORE USSHER
XII. A SHADOW ON THE WALL
XIII. THE OPEN WINDOW
XIV. MR. BEVERLEY QUALIFIES FOR THE STAGE
XV. MRS. NORBURY CONFIDES IN DEAR MR. GILLINGHAM
XVI. GETTING READY FOR THE NIGHT
XVII. MR. BEVERLEY TAKES THE WATER
XVIII. GUESS-WORK
XIX. THE INQUEST
XX. MR. BEVERLEY IS TACTFUL
XXI. CAYLEY'S APOLOGY
XXII. MR. BEVERLEY MOVES ON








CHAPTER I
Mrs. Stevens is Frightened
In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There
was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of
the elms. From distant lawns came the whir of a mowing-machine, that most restful of all
country sounds; making ease the sweeter in that it is taken while others are working.

It was the hour when even those whose business it is to attend to the wants of others have
a moment or two for themselves. In the housekeeper's room Audrey Stevens, the pretty
parlour-maid, re-trimmed her best hat, and talked idly to her aunt, the cook-housekeeper
of Mr. Mark Ablett's bachelor home.
"For Joe?" said Mrs. Stevens placidly, her eye on the hat. Audrey nodded. She took a pin
from her mouth, found a place in the hat for it, and said, "He likes a bit of pink."
"I don't say I mind a bit of pink myself," said her aunt. "Joe Turner isn't the only one."
"It isn't everybody's colour," said Audrey, holding the hat out at arm's length, and
regarding it thoughtfully. "Stylish, isn't it?"
"Oh, it'll suit you all right, and it would have suited me at your age. A bit too dressy for
me now, though wearing better than some other people, I daresay. I was never the one to
pretend to be what I wasn't. If I'm fifty-five, I'm fifty-five --that's what I say."
"Fifty-eight, isn't it, auntie?"
"I was just giving that as an example," said Mrs. Stevens with great dignity.
Audrey threaded a needle, held her hand out and looked at her nails critically for a
moment, and then began to sew.
"Funny thing that about Mr. Mark's brother. Fancy not seeing your brother for fifteen
years." She gave a self-conscious laugh and went on, "Wonder what I should do if I didn't
see Joe for fifteen years."
"As I told you all this morning," said her aunt, "I've been here five years, and never heard
of a brother. I could say that before everybody if I was going to die to-morrow. There's
been no brother here while I've been here."
"You could have knocked me down with a feather when he spoke about him
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