Dead Men's Money

Synopsis

Excerpt From Chapter 1: The Very Beginning Of This Affair, Which Involved Me, Before I Was Aware Of It, In As Much Villainy And Wickedness As Ever Man Heard Of, Was, Of Course, That Spring Evening, Now Ten Years Ago, Whereon I Looked Out Of My Mother's Front Parlour Window In The Main Street Of Berwick-upon-tweed And Saw, Standing Right Before The House, A Man Who Had A Black Patch Over His Left Eye, An Old Plaid Thrown Loosely Round His Shoulders, And In His Right Hand A Stout Stick And An Old-fashioned Carpet-bag. He Caught Sight Of Me As I Caught Sight Of Him, And He Stirred, And Made At Once For Our Door. If I Had Possessed The Power Of Seeing More Than The Obvious, I Should Have Seen Robbery, And Murder, And The Very Devil Himself Coming In Close Attendance Upon Him As He Crossed The Pavement. But As It Was, I Saw Nothing But A Stranger, And I Threw Open The Window And Asked The Man What He Might Be Wanting.