David Stuart Davies

'His body was pressed against the wall at the head of the bed, and the face was a mask of agonised horror and fruitless entreaty. But the eyes were already glazed in death, and before Francis could reach the bed the body had toppled over and lay inert and lifeless. Even as he looked, he heard a limping step go down the passage outside. 'E. F. Benson was a master of the ghost story and now all his rich, imaginative, spine-tingling and beautifully written...