Mary Roberts Rinehart

“ Boroday's eyes were fixed on Elinor's, with reassurance in their depths. The assistant rector was not subtle, but he had a curious feeling of something behind all this. He was uncomfortable.
"I trust," he said earnestly, "that these various outrages will be at an end now. Surely the police—"
"Possibly." The anarchist's gaze wandered to the garden, where even then the chief was making his way toward the house. "Of course, the bandits are trained men of unusual intelligence. ”

“ It had been old Hilary's custom to have such members of the band as were available dine with him of a Saturday.
Henriette raised her hands.
"Things ore changed," she cried. "You are alone here now. To have those four men—"
"That is better than having one man, Henrietta."
So Elinor had her way. The Saturday dinners were resumed early in September, Boroday coming with infinite caution from his cheap boarding house in the South side, Talbot and Lethbridge from the bachelor apartment they rented together. Walter Huff was late. ”

“ Synopsis—For years old Hilary Kingston lived with his daughter, Elinor, in a beautiful home on a hill in the suburban village of Woffingham. The neighbors knew nothing about the establishment, except that the father was quite wealthy, and the daughter very good looking and gentle. In reality Kingston was head of an anarchist band, composed of Huff, Boroday, Talbot and Lethbridge, that robbed the rich and gave to the poor and oppressed. One day Old Hilary was shot dead, and the course of life changed abruptly for bis daughter. ”