Chapter 15: The Mysterious Lodger

The Mysterious Lodger Part I About the year 1822 I resided in a comfortable and roomy old house, the exact locality of which I need not particularise, further than to say that it was not very far from Old Brompton, in the immediate neighbourhood, or rather continuity (as even my Connemara readers perfectly well know), of the renowned city of London. Though this house was roomy and comfortable, as I have said, it was not, by any means, a handsome one. It was composed of dark red…