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At the Villa Rose
     

At the Villa Rose

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by A.E.W. Mason
 

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BOOK 1 IN THE INSPECTOR HANAUD SERIES. The place: Aix-les-Bains, a lakeside town in southeast France, popular for vacations of the well-to-do. The players: (1) The young Englishman, Harry Wethermill. A nurse opened the door. Within the room Helène Vauquier was leaning back in a chair. She looked ill, and her face was very white. On the appearance of Hanaud, the

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BOOK 1 IN THE INSPECTOR HANAUD SERIES. The place: Aix-les-Bains, a lakeside town in southeast France, popular for vacations of the well-to-do. The players: (1) The young Englishman, Harry Wethermill. A nurse opened the door. Within the room Helène Vauquier was leaning back in a chair. She looked ill, and her face was very white. On the appearance of Hanaud, the Commissaire, and the others, however, she rose to her feet. Ricardo recognised the justice of Hanaud's description. She stood before them a hard-featured, tall woman of thirty-five or forty, in a neat black stuff dress, strong with the strength of a peasant, respectable, reliable. She looked what she had been, the confidential maid of an elderly woman. On her face there was now an aspect of eager appeal.
"Oh, monsieur!" she began, "let me go from here — anywhere — into prison if you like. But to stay here — where in years past we were so happy — and with madame lying in the room below. No, it is insupportable."
She sank into her chair, and Hanaud came over to her side.
"Yes, yes," he said, in a soothing voice. "I can understand your feelings, my poor woman. We will not keep you here. You have, perhaps, friends in Aix with whom you could stay?"
"Oh yes, monsieur!" Helène cried gratefully. "Oh, but I thank you! That I should have to sleep here tonight! Oh, how the fear of that has frightened me!"
"You need have had no such fear. After all, we are not the visitors of last night," said Hanaud, drawing a chair close to her and patting her hand sympathetically. "Now, I want you to tell these gentlemen and myself all that you know of this dreadful business. Take your time, mademoiselle! We are human."

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BN ID:
2940148930587
Publisher:
Hillside Publishing
Publication date:
01/13/2015
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NOOK Book
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Meet the Author

Alfred Edward Woodley Mason (7 May 1865 Dulwich, London – 22 November 1948 London) was a British author and politician, writing under the name A. E. W. Mason. He studied at Dulwich College and graduated from Trinity College, Oxford in 1888. He was elected as a Liberal Member of Parliament in the 1906 general election. Mason served in the First World War, being promoted to Captain in 1914. His military career included work in naval intelligence, serving in Spain and Mexico, where he set up counter-espionage networks on behalf of the British government. Mason was the author of more than 20 books, including At The Villa Rose (1910), a mystery novel in which he introduced his French detective, Inspector Hanaud. His best-known book is The Four Feathers, which has been made into several films. Many consider it his masterpiece. (Source: Wikipedia)
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It had taken me a long while to finally finish my food, I hated McDonalds but what else was there when your in the middle of nowhere, with only one fast food place and a gas station yeah pretty hard. <p> My parents were busy talking to some guy getting tips on the best ways to get to Alaska, "Meh," i mumbled tapping on the window indicating they needed to shut up before i went insane. <p> "Mom! Dad shut up!" <br> Clarity hold on! They yelled <p> I gave them the finger rubbing my face, looking at the rip in my jeans picking at it. I hate this but you need to do what can, nobody ever said it was going to be easy. My dad slid into the drivers seat and pulled out heading down the busy highway. I blasted my earbuds not wanting to listen to them. I finally fell asleep, not caring where we were. <p> Several hours later my mom was nudging me awake. We were at a Hotel. I blinked and stumbled inside still very tired i ended up asleep on the lobby floor. <p> Continud tomrrow