Death at the inn

by Cecil John Charles Street

>The Ariadne Inn catered for two classes: the “regulars” who absorbed their pints of beer in the public-bar, and passing motorists who congregated in the cocktail-bar and the garden. Soon after six o’clock on a warm evening in August, the place was packed with bibulous humanity, and in the general bustle it was not immediately apparent that one of the guests at a table in the twilit garden was not asleep but dead… >There were mysterious elements in the cause of his death and a still greater mystery in his previous activities, for who was this Mr. Warstock and why had he come to the...