The Brand of Cain
by H. S. Keller
It was murder, and most foul.
Here in the soft soil are the prints of her shoes. She was leaning against the bars, picking to pieces the daisies, and, doubtless drawing fanciful pictures in the western sky, when the villain stole up behind her and stabbed her to the death.
What was the motive?
Who was the assassin?
Those two were vague questions as yet… Read More