Blue Hand by Edgar Wallace — Read

EUNICE WELDON was rapidly settling down in her new surroundings. The illness of her employer, so far from depriving her of occupation, gave her more work than she had ever expected. It was true, as Digby Groat had said, that there were plenty of small jobs to fill up her time. At his suggestion she went over the little account books in which Mrs.

Groat kept the record of her household expenses, and was astounded to find how parsimonious the old lady had been.