Chapter Twenty-Seven - Discoveries
Chapter Twenty-Seven DiscoveriesThe St. Clair mansion stood silent, a great dark hulk looming out of the surrounding blackness. The white drifts had piled up under the first floor windows, and the fitful wind blew an occasional gust of snow off the roof to fall in whispered whiteness down the walls like softly floating waterfalls. A slim crescent moon made a futile attempt to cast its light on the pale landscape below, but failed dismally as more ragged clouds began to blot out the night sky. A few light, icy flakes drifted down out of the indigo sky. The piled snow creaked softly under the feet of the man dressed in black clothing who was approaching the back door to the mansion. Gordon Randall was on a mission. When Randall reached the entryway, he pulled out the key Augusta had given
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