The Detective's Wife
With two weeks holiday and at exceedingly moderate amount of money to devote to my pleasures, after due consideration, I had selected Rippling Beach for my airing. As a third clerk in the bank, my vacations were few and far between, and I had determined to make the best of the occasion. When Mr. Harland, the assistant teller, whose business it was to pay the employes their salaries, had given me my check, he had casually asked me where I was going, and I had expatiated on the charms of Rippling Beach, and its being one of the best places on Long Island.
Visitors at the Beach House were, though goodish people, not congenial. I was indifferent, however, to society. Boatmen and fishermen were my boon companions. I had been a week at Rippling Beach when I became acquainted with Mrs. Bland. This lady was a late arrival.
How I came to talk to Mrs. Bland I can hardly tell. I rather think that, hearing the lady… Read More