Mystery of the Inn by the Shore by Florence Warden

If ever guilt was written on a human face, surely it was written on that of Nell Claris when, seized roughly by her uncle, she stood shaking and stammering in his grasp, just inside the back door of the inn.

So thought Jack Lowndes, the friend whom Otto Conybeare had sent down in the capacity of amateur detective, as he stood shivering, dripping, with chattering teeth and starting eyes, before her.