THE DOINGS OF RAFFLES HAW
By Arthur Conan Doyle
Contents
| CHAPTER I. | A DOUBLE ENIGMA |
| CHAPTER II. | THE TENANT OF THE NEW HALL |
| CHAPTER III. | A HOUSE OF WONDERS |
| CHAPTER IV. | FROM CLIME TO CLIME |
| CHAPTER V. | LAURA'S REQUEST |
| CHAPTER VI. | A STRANGE VISITOR |
| CHAPTER VII. | THE WORKINGS OF WEALTH |
| CHAPTER VIII. | A BILLIONAIRE'S PLANS |
| CHAPTER IX. | A NEW DEPARTURE |
| CHAPTER X. | THE GREAT SECRET |
| CHAPTER XI. | A CHEMICAL DEMONSTRATION |
| CHAPTER XII. | A FAMILY JAR |
| CHAPTER XIII. | A MIDNIGHT VENTURE |
| CHAPTER XIV. | THE SPREAD OF THE BLIGHT |
| CHAPTER XV. | THE GREATER SECRET |
CHAPTER I. A DOUBLE ENIGMA.
“I'm afraid that he won't come,” said Laura McIntyre, in a disconsolate voice.
“Why not?”
“Oh, look at the weather; it is something too awful.”
As she spoke a whirl of snow beat with a muffled patter against the cosy red-curtained window, while a long blast of wind shrieked and whistled through the branches of the great white-limbed elms which skirted the garden.
Robert McIntyre rose from the sketch upon which he had been working, and taking one of the lamps in his hand peered out into the darkness. The long skeleton limbs of the bare trees tossed and quivered dimly amid the whirling drift. His sister sat by the fire, her fancy-work in her lap, and looked up at her brothers profile which showed against the brilliant yellow light. It was a handsome face, young and fair and clear cut, with wavy brown hair combed backwards and rippling down into that outward curve at the ends which one associates with the artistic temperament. There was refinement too in his slightly puckered eyes, his dainty gold-rimmed pince-nez glasses, and in the black velveteen coat which caught the light so richly upon its shoulder. In his mouth only there was something—a suspicion of coarseness, a possibility of weakness—which in the eyes of some,