L. T. Meade,
Stories of the Sanctuary Club…
“ The coroner's verdict next day was what might have been expected, “Suicide during temporary insanity.” “Well,” I said to Chetwynd later on that same day, “my lips are silenced for the present, and poor Ridley's have been silenced for ever.” “And yet you still suspect?” Said Chetwynd, looking keenly into my face. “I still suspect,” I replied, with emphasis. Little did I guess as I said the words what extraordinary events were soon to occur—events which would make the Sanctuary Club itself a by-word. For when a man is desperate, and has the ingenuity of a devil—to what will he not stoop! ”
