The mystery book "A Rogue's Tragedy" was written by Bernard Capes, a well-known writer in England in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. First published in 1896, the novel takes place in the Victorian era and is notable for its complex characters and exciting plot. The narrative centers on a rogue named Francis Beveridge and has an enigmatic and ominous plot. Beveridge finds himself embroiled in a web of deceit, criminality, and treachery as the story progresses. The book investigates the psychological ramifications of Beveridge's dubious decisions and deeds while also examining his character. The Victorian sensibilities and social mores that permeate "A Rogue's Tragedy" create an ambiance that the characters use to negotiate the intricacies of their relationships and the mystery as they develop. Readers are led on a tour through society's shadowy underbelly as the tale develops, where they will come across a variety of fascinating individuals and surprising turns. "A Rogue's Tragedy" is a monument to Capes' narrative prowess and his influence on the literary canon of his era.
Bernard Capes was celebrated as one of the most prolific authors of the late Victorian period, producing dozens of short stories, articles, and more than forty novels across multiple genres, culminating in the first original crime novel published by Collins, The Skeleton Key.
It so fell that one dark evening in the month of June I was belated in the Bernese Oberland. Dusk overtook me toiling along the great Chamounix Road, and in the heart of a most desolate gorge, whose towering snow-flung walls seemed—as the day sucked inwards to a point secret as a leech's mouth—to close about me like a monstrous amphitheatre of ghosts. The rutted road, dipping and climbing toilfully against the shouldering of great tumbled boulders, or winning for itself but narrow foothold over slippery ridges, was thawed clear of snow; but the cold soft peril yet lay upon its flanks thick enough for a wintry plunge of ten feet, or may be fifty where the edge of the causeway fell over to the lower furrows of the ravine. It was a matter of policy to go with caution, and a thing of some moment to hear the thud and splintering of little distant icefalls about one in the darkness. Now and again a cold arrow of wind would sing down from the frosty peaks above or jerk with a squiggle of laughter among the fallen slabs in the valley. And these were the only voices to prick me on through a dreariness lonely as death. I knew the road, but not its night terrors. Passing along it some days before in the glory of sunshine, broad paddocks and islands of green had comforted the shattered white ruin of the place, and I had traversed it merely as a magnificent episode in the indifferent history of my life. Now, as it seemed, I became one with it—an awful waif of solemnity, a thing apart from mankind and its warm intercourse and ruddy inn doors, a spectral anomaly, whose austere epitaph was once writ upon the snow coating some fallen slab of those glimmering about me. I thought the whole gorge smelt of tombs, like the vault of a cathedral. I thought, in the incomprehensible low moaning sound that ever and again seemed to eddy about me when the wind had swooped and passed, that I recognised the forlorn voices of brother spirits long since dead and forgotten of the world. Suddenly I felt the sweat cold under the knapsack that swung upon my back; stopped, faced about and became human again. Ridge over ridge to my right the mountain summits fell away against a fathomless sky; and topping the furthermost was a little paring of silver light, the coronet of the rising moon. But the glory of the full orb was in the retrospect; for, closing the savage vista of the ravine, stood up far away a cluster of jagged pinnacles—opal, translucent, lustrous as the peaks of icebergs that are the frozen music of the sea.
Bernard Capes was celebrated as one of the most prolific authors of the late Victorian period, producing dozens of short stories, articles, and more than forty novels across multiple genres, culminating in the first original crime novel published by Collins, The Skeleton Key.
The fourth in a new series of classic detective stories from the vaults of HarperCollins involves a tragic accident during a shooting party. As the story switches between Paris and Hampshire, the possibility of it not being an accident seems to grow more likely.
The mystery book "A Rogue's Tragedy" was written by Bernard Capes, a well-known writer in England in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. First published in 1896, the novel takes place in the Victorian era and is notable for its complex characters and exciting plot. The narrative centers on a rogue named Francis Beveridge and has an enigmatic and ominous plot. Beveridge finds himself embroiled in a web of deceit, criminality, and treachery as the story progresses. The book investigates the psychological ramifications of Beveridge's dubious decisions and deeds while also examining his character. The Victorian sensibilities and social mores that permeate "A Rogue's Tragedy" create an ambiance that the characters use to negotiate the intricacies of their relationships and the mystery as they develop. Readers are led on a tour through society's shadowy underbelly as the tale develops, where they will come across a variety of fascinating individuals and surprising turns. "A Rogue's Tragedy" is a monument to Capes' narrative prowess and his influence on the literary canon of his era.
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