Could a tyrannical plantation owner be responsible for his own murder? An unusual and stirring story of mystery and tragedy, in which the portrayal of life on a Southern plantation and the horror and fear roused in the negroes by what they believed manifestations of the ancestral "ha'nt" is clearly and vividly done. It is a book to keep its readers up nights.
Radnor frowned slightly.
"He doesn't forgive," he returned.
"What was the trouble with Jeff?" I ventured. "I have never heard any particulars."
"He and my father didn't agree. I don't remember very much about it myself; I was only thirteen when it happened. But I know there was the devil of a row."
"Do you know where he is?" I asked.
Radnor shook his head.
"I sent him some money once or twice, but my father found it out and shut down on my bank account. I've lost track of him lately--he isn't in need of money though. The last I heard he was running a gambling place in Seattle."
"It's a great pity!" I sighed. "He was a fine chap when I knew him."
Radnor echoed my sigh but he did not choose to follow up the subject, and we passed the rest of the way in silence until we turned into the lane that led to Four-Pools. After the manner of many Southern places the house was situated well toward the middle of the large plantation, and entirely out of sight from
It's not an excellent book or great plot but the realistic story is well written, and shows a fine example of shifting of perspectives, esp. what can lead to racist opinions. As a mystery, you won't put it down until finished.
Interesting mystery. Although fiction, it gives a glimpse of conditions in the south post-civil war. I enjoyed it.