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The House on the Drive — Bettina Kingsley
THEY WERE HONEYMOONING IN LONDON WHEN THE CABLE CAME....
Paul's father was dead...he was to come at once.
But Paul's father had died ten years before....
A grim, remote Paul flew away from Roberta, and as the days grew between them so did her fear. She had married a stranger, but resolutely she followed him to New York, to the forbidding stone mansion on Riverside Drive. His family met her there, as cold and as inhuman as the house they lived in.
Paul was dying, they told her, she must be brave. And Roberta was brave - brave enough to realize she was a prisoner here, that she and Paul were in deadly peril in the bosom of his predatory family, in this great waxworks museum of a house on the Drive....
Paul's father was dead...he was to come at once.
But Paul's father had died ten years before....
A grim, remote Paul flew away from Roberta, and as the days grew between them so did her fear. She had married a stranger, but resolutely she followed him to New York, to the forbidding stone mansion on Riverside Drive. His family met her there, as cold and as inhuman as the house they lived in.
Paul was dying, they told her, she must be brave. And Roberta was brave - brave enough to realize she was a prisoner here, that she and Paul were in deadly peril in the bosom of his predatory family, in this great waxworks museum of a house on the Drive....