
A group of friends gathers at a seaside house for a late summer holiday. After dinner, two guests, Harry Combe-Martin and the narrator, engage in a conversation about cars, particularly Harry's new six-cylinder Napier. The discussion shifts to a tragic incident involving a local man, Guy Elphinstone, who ran over a child with his car and subsequently crashed into his own gates, resulting in both deaths. The village is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of Elphinstone's car, with various villagers claiming to have seen or heard it since the accident. Intrigued by the ghost story, the narrator expresses a desire to visit the site of the accident, but Harry insists that it should be done after dark for a more authentic experience. The narrator, however, is unable to stay until then and decides against visiting Bircham, the village where the accident occurred. The next day, the group sets out for a trip to Hunstanton, but their journey is plagued by car troubles, including multiple punctures. After a lengthy delay at a garage, they finally resume their journey. As they drive, the narrator experiences a sense of exhilaration and adventure, reveling in the speed and power of the car. However, they soon encounter a mysterious dust cloud on the road, which raises alarm. The narrator and Harry sense that something is ahead, but as they slow down and emerge from the dust, they find nothing but an empty road and closed lodge gates. The atmosphere becomes tense as they realize they have unknowingly passed through Bircham. The narrator reflects on the ghostly tales and the tragic events surrounding Elphinstone's death, pondering the nature of hauntings and the possibility of guilt manifesting in supernatural forms. The story concludes with an unsettling ambiguity, leaving the reader to question the boundaries between reality and the supernatural, as well as the psychological impact of guilt and tragedy.
By E.F. Benson · First published 1925 · Genre: Supernatural Fiction, Mystery, Literary Fiction · 6,357 words
The big French windows were open on to the lawn, and, dinner being over, two or three of the party who were staying for the week at the end of August with the Combe-Martins had strolled out on to the terrace to look at the sea, over which the moon, large and low, was just rising and tracing a path of pale gold from horizon to shore, while others, less lunar of inclination, had gone in search of bridge or billiards. Coffee had come round immediately after dessert, and the end of dinner, according to the delectable custom of the house, was as informal as the end of breakfast. Everyone, that is to say, remained or went away, smoked, drank port or abstained, according to his personal tastes. Thus, on this particular evening it so happened that Harry Combe-Martin and I were very soon left alone in the dining-room, because we were talking unmitigated motor "shop," and the rest of the party (small wonder) were bored with it, and had left us. The shop was home-shop, so to speak, for it was almost entirely concerned with the manifold perfections of the new six-cylinder Napier which my host in a moment of extravagance, which he did not in the least regret, had just purchased; in which, too, he proposed to take me over to lunch at a friend's house near Hunstanton on the following day. He observed with legitimate pride that an early start would not be necessary as the distance was only eighty miles and there were no police traps.
The Dust-Cloud is listed on Textopian as a short story by E.F. Benson, dated 1925 CE.
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Mystery · Thriller · Detective Fiction · English Literature · Classic Novel · 1920s Setting · Small Town Life · Gossip and Rumors · Social Hierarchy · Class Conflict · Morality Play · Psychological Insight