The House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Katharine Green

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. "Hamlet".

Later, I asked myself many questions, and wandered into mazes of speculation which only puzzled me and led nowhere. I remembered the bottles; I remembered the ring. I went back, in fancy, to the hour of my own entrance into the club-house, and, recalling each circumstance, endeavoured to fit the facts of Arthur's story with those of my own experience.