Edgar Wallace

“ Olga Crewe laughed.
"Have you seen the cliffs?" she said, and led the way back to the long wall, and for a quarter of an hour they stood, their arms resting on the parapet, looking down into the gloom.
"You ought to get some one to row you round the face of the cliff. It's simply honeycombed with caves," she said. "There's one at the water's edge that tunnels right under the Keep. When the tides are unusually high they are flooded. I wonder Daver doesn't write a book about it."
There was just the faintest hint of a sneer in her tone, but it did not escape Margaret's attention. ”

“ Terrible fellows, terrible, terrible fellows! What a marvellous institution is our police force! How wonderful is Scotland Yard! You agree with me? I was sure you would. Flack!" He frowned and shook his head. "I thought of dealing with the Flacks in a short monograph, but my data is not complete. Do you know them?"
She shook her head smilingly.
"No, I haven't that advantage."
"Terrible creatures," said Mr. Daver. "Amazing creatures. Who is your friend, Miss Belman? I should like to meet him. Perhaps he could tell me something more about them."
Margaret received the suggestion with dismay. ”

“ Daver, looking more impish than ever, gave her a brief interview on her arrival. It was he who took her to her bureau and very briefly explained her duties. They were neither heavy nor complicated, and she was relieved to discover that she had practically nothing whatever to do with the management of Larmes Keep. That was in the efficient hands of Mrs. Burton.
The staff of the hotel were housed in two cottages about a quarter of a mile from the Keep, only Mrs. Burton living on the premises.
"This keeps us more select," said Mr. Daver. "Servants are an abominable nuisance. You agree with me? ”