Another example of my work in progress. "The Squires of Madingley" is a long short story (about 17,000 words) written in about 1904. I have finished transcribing the book from a hand-written magazine. I still have proof-reading to finish, but here is a taster of what is to come.
"Oh there you are, Gerald! Where have you been?"
"Oh, just down to get the second post. I say, Nell, who do you suppose I've got a letter from?"
"Much too lazy to guess. Tomkins, I should think, asking you to lend him another £5."
"Tomkins, indeed. No, it's from Rothes Mackenzie. You remember Rothes, Nell, don't you? You were a kid when he went away."
"Dear me, fancy Rothes turning up! Yes, of course I remember him - but it's ages since we heard anything of him. What does he say? Does he write from Canada?"
"Yes, from Montreal. His old governor died a few weeks ago, and it seems that he had a much bigger interest in the business than anyone thought - in fact he practically owned the lot; so now Rothes finds himself a rich man. Here, you read his letter."
Nell, a pretty dark girl of about 20, reclining lazily in a hammock, held out her hand to receive the thin black edged foreign envelope which her brother handed to her. Gerald brought up a basket chair and set it beside her, and taking a cigarette from his pocket prepared to make himself comfortable.
Is Justice Finally Overcoming the Ford Valley Corruption?
Judge Sherman Ford, the patriarch of the Ford family is continuing to control and corrupt Ford County. The newly elected sheriff, Todd Mercer, and friends are slowly taking control
An alcoholic, miserly attorney reluctantly defends a black man from a false resisting arrest charge. He then discovers damaging information against the cops and two cronies, and embarks on a battle to keep himself and his client alive.
