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The Dark Opals of Harrow Island — Beverly C. Warren
"BE WARY OF HIM, MEGAN. BE WARY OF THEM ALL!"
Shy Megan Cooper was bold enough to answer the advertisement for a secretary in a London newspaper, but no sooner had she arrived on remote Harrow Island than her courage began to falter. Lord Ambrose Hawkins ruled his fogbound domain with a stern and unsmiling demeanor; the dark secrets of his mystery-enshrouded mansion were whispered in the village and in the echoing corridors of his vast estate.
Not once but many times, Megan was warned that she should leave. Then the strange occurrences began: her bedside clock, always moved to the sitting room mantel; the sound of organ music when no one was at the keyboard; then a pair of hands around her throat...and a hideous shock in the high and shadowy bell tower. Terrified now, Megan had been drawn so deeply into the web of evil intrigue that there was no one she could trust...no place she dared to hide...no way to escape the stormswept island that had become her prison!
Shy Megan Cooper was bold enough to answer the advertisement for a secretary in a London newspaper, but no sooner had she arrived on remote Harrow Island than her courage began to falter. Lord Ambrose Hawkins ruled his fogbound domain with a stern and unsmiling demeanor; the dark secrets of his mystery-enshrouded mansion were whispered in the village and in the echoing corridors of his vast estate.
Not once but many times, Megan was warned that she should leave. Then the strange occurrences began: her bedside clock, always moved to the sitting room mantel; the sound of organ music when no one was at the keyboard; then a pair of hands around her throat...and a hideous shock in the high and shadowy bell tower. Terrified now, Megan had been drawn so deeply into the web of evil intrigue that there was no one she could trust...no place she dared to hide...no way to escape the stormswept island that had become her prison!
