Richard Harding Davis,
The Scarlet Car
“ By the light of the electric torch they could see the beginning of a driveway, rough and weed-grown, lined with trees of great age and bulk, and an unkempt lawn, strewn with bushes, and beyond, in an open place bare of trees and illuminated faintly by the stars, the shadow of a house, black, silent, and forbidding. "That's it," whispered the chauffeur. "I was here before. The well is over there." ”
