Red Widow; or, The Death-Dealers of London

Excerpt: ""I can''t understand what it all means. The whole thing is a mystery—a great mystery! I have my suspicions—grave suspicions!" declared the pretty blue-eyed girl emphatically. "Of what?" asked the young man strolling at her side along the sunny towing-path beside the Thames between Kew and Richmond. "Well—I hardly know," was her hesitating response. "But I don''t like auntie to remain in ...