: Fred M. White
: Rafat Allam
: Collected Short Stories - Book2
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: Collected Short Stories
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Collected Short Stories - Book 2 by Fred M. White delivers another thrilling anthology brimming with mystery, suspense, and unforgettable characters. Dive into a diverse collection where each story offers a unique glimpse into White's masterful storytelling. From eerie, atmospheric tales to gripping whodunits, this volume showcases the author's flair for creating tension and intrigue with every turn of the page. Whether you're a fan of classic mysteries or simply enjoy captivating short fiction, this book is a must-read. Discover why Fred M. White remains a timeless name in the genre, and get ready for an unforgettable literary experience.

Fred M. White (1859-1935) was a British author known for his prolific output of mystery, adventure, and speculative fiction. He is most famous for his early science fiction disaster novels, particularly 'The Doom of London' series, which depicted catastrophic events befalling the city. White wrote hundreds of short stories and serialized works, which were popular in magazines during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. His works contributed significantly to the development of early science fiction and thriller genres.

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Published in The Queenslander, Brisbane, Australia, 21 Apr 1900

I


PARKER paused in her walk, fearful lest the slightest noise should betray her. It was not dark yet, and Parker had no difficulty in recognising the features of the speakers. One of them, indeed, she knew perfectly well; for William, the second footman, was by way of being an admirer of hers, a state of things forced upon him against his better judgment.

"A very pretty gal is Parker," he had declared."Parker's got style; and there's times when she might pass for quite the toff. But she's uppish, and nobody in the servants' 'all's good enough for her. A nice gal, but not the sort to make a man 'appy and comfortable."

So it came about that Parker, the Honourable Nora Vandeleur's maid, spent very little of her spare time with the rest of the servants. There was a legend extant that her father had once been a colonel in the army. Before the end of her first month she had found herself left severely alone.

Usually Parker spent an hour or so after the family had gone in to dinner rambling about the grounds. At that time the law was somewhat relaxed, and the housekeeper forgot to frown. Parker found this by far the pleasantest hour of the day. This evening she felt specially free from trouble, it was a balmy August evening, the hour close upon 9, and the light was just beginning to fade. Those two male voices in the shrubbery seemed to boom against the still air.

Parker had almost blundered upon the speakers before she saw them. That a listener was near neither of them dreamt for a moment. Peeping through the acacias Parker