The Haunting of Low Fennel
"There's Low Fennel," said Major Dale. We pulled up short on the brow of the hill. Before me lay a little valley carpeted with heather, purple slopes hemming it in. A group of four tall firs guarded the house, which was couched in the hollow of the dip-a low, rambling building, in parts showing evidence of great age and in other parts of the modern improver. "That's the new wing," continued the Major, raising his stick; "projecting out this way. It's the only addition I've made to the house, which, as it stood, had insufficient accommodation for the servants." "It is a quaint old place." "It is, and I'm loath to part with it, especially as it means a big loss." "Ah! Have you formed any theories since wiring me?" "None whatever. I've always been a sceptic, Addison, but if Low Fennel is not haunted, I'm a Dutchman, by the Lord Harry!"
- Paperback | 110 pages
- 152 x 229 x 6mm | 159g
- 01 Mar 1920
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white