The Red House Mystery 神秘红房
Chapter 1
Mrs. Stevens is FrightenedIn the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was takingits siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, agentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From distant lawnscame the whir of a mowing-machine, that most restful of all countrysounds; making ease the sweeter in that it is taken while others areworking
Chapter 1
Mrs. Stevens is FrightenedIn the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was takingits siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, agentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From distant lawnscame the whir of a mowing-machine, that most restful of all countrysounds; making ease the sweeter in that it is taken while others areworking