The Lock and Key Library / Real Life
The flight and extradition of Charles F. Dodge unquestionably
involved one of the most extraordinary battles with justice in the
history of the criminal law. The funds at the disposal of those
who were interested in procuring the prisoner's escape were
unlimited in extent, and the arch conspirator for whose safety
Dodge was spirited away was so influential in political and
criminal circles that he was all but successful in defying the
prosecutor of New York County,
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes,
Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and
honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed
hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;
Dangerous Days by Mary Roberts Rinehart
Through the open door the half dozen women trailed out, Natalie in white, softly rustling as she moved, Mrs. Haverford in black velvet,
a trifle tight over her ample figure, Marion Hayden, in a very brief
garment she would have called a frock, perennial debutante that she
was, rather negligible Mrs. Terry Mackenzie, and trailing behind the
others, frankly loath to leave the men,
The Crystal Stopper by Maurice LeBlanc
The two boats fastened to the little pier that jutted out from the garden
lay rocking in its shadow. Here and there lighted windows showed through
the thick mist on the margins of the lake. The Enghien Casino opposite
blazed with light, though it was late in the season, the end of September.
A few stars appeared through the clouds. A light breeze ruffled the
surface of the water.
The Case of the Golden Bullet by G. Isabel Colbron and A. Groner
Muller
shrugged his shoulders at the remark of his superior, and the two men
stood silent, thinking over the case, as the Chief of
Police appeared, accompanied by the doctor, a clerk, and two hospital
attendants. The chief commissioner received the report of what had
been discovered, while the corpse was laid on a bier to be taken to the
hospital.
Chinatown by Sax Rohmer
In
the saloon bar of a public-house, situated only a few hundred yards
from the official frontier of Chinatown, two men sat at a small table
in a corner, . . . One was a thick-set and rather ruffianly looking
fellow, not too cleanly in either person or clothing, and, amongst
other evidences that at one time he had known the prize ring,
possessing a badly broken nose.
The Green Eyes Of Bâst by Sax Rohmer
I
often stopped for a chat at this point and I was acquainted with most
of the men of P. division on whom the duty devolved from time to time.
It was a lonely spot at night when the residents in the neighborhood
had retired
The Quest of the Sacred Slipper by Sax Rohmer
I
was not the only passenger aboard the S.S. Mandalay who perceived the
disturbance and wondered what it might portend and from whence
proceed. A goodly number of passengers were joining the ship at Port
Said
The Golden Scorpion by Sax Rohmer
(He)
awoke with a start and discovered himself to be bathed in cold
perspiration. The moonlight shone in at his window, but did not touch
the bed, therefore his awakening could not be due to this cause. He lay
for some time listening for any unfamiliar noise which might account
for the sudden disturbance of his usually sound slumbers. In the house
below nothing stirred
Bat Wing Sax Rohmer
Breath of Allah Sax Rohmer
Brood Of The Witch-Queen Sax Rohmer
Fire Tongue Sax Rohmer
Kerry's Kid Sax Rohmer
The Strange Schemes Of Randolph Mason
"He has never been known to play at any game whatever, and yet one night he sat down
to the chess table with old Admiral Du Brey.
You know the Admiral is the great champion
since he beat the French and English officers in
the tournament last winter. Well, you also know
that the conventional openings at chess are scientifically
and accurately determined. To the utter
disgust of Du Brey, Mason opened the game with
an unheard of attack from the extremes of the
board.
The Count's Millions by Emile Gaboriau
Whenever there is an accident in Paris, a throng of inquisitive
spectators seems to spring up from the very pavement, and indeed
more than fifty persons had already congregated round about the
vehicle. This circumstance restored M. Casimir's composure; or,
at least, some portion of it.
Caught In The Net by Emile Gaboriau
This bitterly cold day actually made the landlady of the Hotel de
Perou, though she was a hard, grasping woman of Auvergne, gave a
thought to the condition of her lodgers, and one quite different from
her usual idea of obtaining the maximum of rent for the minimum of
accommodation.
Afraid Of A Gun by Dashiell Hammett
Arson Plus by Dashiell Hammett
Zigzags Of Treachery by Dashiell Hammett
The Assistant Murderer by Dashiell Hammett
The Man Who Killed Dan Odams by Dashiell Hammett
Death On Pine Street by Dashiell Hammett
Who Killed Bob Teal? by Dashiell Hammett
Mike, Alec, or Rufus by Dashiell Hammett
Nightmare Town by Dashiell Hammett
Night Shots by Dashiell Hammett
One Hour by Dashiell Hammett
The Confession by Mary Roberts Rinehart
Although it was years since I had seen her, the exquisite neatness
of the letter, its careful paragraphing, its margins so accurate
as to give the impression that she had drawn a faint margin line
with a lead pencil and then erased it - all these were as indicative
of Emily Benton as - well, as the letter was not.
The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart
This is the story of how a middle-aged spinster lost her mind,
deserted her domestic gods in the city, took a furnished house
for the summer out of town, and found herself involved in one of
those mysterious crimes that keep our newspapers and detective
agencies happy and prosperous.
The Bittermeads Mystery by E. R. Punshon
Of his face one could see little, for it was covered by a thick
growth of dark curly hair, beard, moustache and whiskers, all
overgrown and ill-tended, and as he came with a somewhat slow and
ungainly walk along the platform, the lad stationed at the gate to
collect tickets grinned amusedly and called to one of the porters
near:
Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart
"Enjoyed it!" I snapped. "I'm an old woman before my time, Mr.
Sam. What with trailing back and forward through the snow
to the shelter-house, and not getting to bed at all some nights,
and my heart going by fits and starts, as you may say, and half
the time my spinal marrow fairly chilled--not to mention putting
on my overshoes every morning from force of habit and having to
take them off again, I'm about all in."
The Attic Murder by Sydney Fowler
There
was suicide. Always that. But to those who are young and healthy of
mind it is a way that does not appeal: to those who have courage it is
the way of cowardice and shame. He dismissed it at once. A theoretical
road of escape, but one which he knew he would never take.
Under the Andes by Rex Stout
The thing was tiresome enough, but how could I have avoided
it? The blood that rushes to the head of the gambler is
certainly not food for the intellect; and, besides, I was forced by
circumstances into an heroic attitude--and nothing is more
distasteful to a man of sense. But I had a task before me; if a
man lays bricks he should lay them well; and I do not deny that
there was a stirring of my pulse as I sat down.
The Darrow Enigma by Melvin L. Severy
He then told me how he had made a study of Miss Darrow's movements,
and had met her many times since; in fact, so often that he fancied,
from something in her manner, that she had begun to wonder if his
frequent appearance were not something more than a coincidence. The
fear that she might think him dogging her footsteps worried him, and
he began as sedulously to avoid the places he knew she frequented,
The Man Who Knew Too Much by G.K. Chesterton
Abruptly, in the middle of those sunny and windy flats, he came upon
a sort of cleft almost narrow enough to be called a crack in the land.
It was just large enough to be the water-course for a small stream
which vanished at intervals under green tunnels of undergrowth,
as if in a dwarfish forest. Indeed, he had an odd feeling
as if he were a giant looking over the valley of the pygmies.
Bodies Piled Up by Dashiell Hammett
The Road Home by Dashiell Hammett
Ruffian's Wife by Dashiell Hammett
The Second-Story Angel by Dashiell Hammett
The Tenth Clew by Dashiell Hammett
The Triumphs Of Eugene Valmont by Robert Barr
For a hundred years it was supposed that the necklace had been broken up in London, and its
half a thousand stones, great and small, sold separately.
It has always seemed strange to me that the Countess
de Lamotte-Valois, who was thought to have profited by
the sale of these jewels, should not have abandoned
France if she possessed money to leave that country,
The "Canary" Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
In
the offices of the Homicide Bureau of the Detective Division of the New
York Police Department, on the third floor of the police headquarters
building in Centre Street, there is a large steel filing cabinet
The Benson Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
Due
to my peculiar relations with Vance it happened that not only did I
participate in all the cases with which he was connected but I
was also present at most of the informal discussions concerning them .
. .
The Bishop Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
Of
all the criminal cases in which Philo Vance participated as an
unofficial investigator, the most sinister, the most bizarre, the
seemingly most incomprehensible, and certainly the most terrifying, was
the one that followed the famous Greene murders
The Scarab Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
But
it is problematic if even Vance, with his fine
analytic mind and his remarkable flair for the subtleties of human
psychology, could have solved that bizarre and astounding murder if he
had not been the first observer on the scene
The Greene Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
The Kennel Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
The Dragon Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
The Garden Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
The Kidnap Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
The Casino Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
The Gracie Allen Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
The Winter Murder Case by S. S. Van Dine
Forgetting the Inner Dialogue
There is much that goes on in our minds
that is of no use to us or anyone else.
Yet it demands our attention and will
not allow us to go off and investigate
new avenues. These idle thoughts are
what we must deliberately subdue using
methods long used in the east.
Detachment is what we seeking and freedom
from idle fancies is our goal. It can be
achieved by diligent striving. Some call
it meditation, some will wish to seek help
working in groups others will want to do
this alone. The goal is to have control
over the thoughts of the mind on demand.
If we wish all thoughts to stop or in
other words, we have no attention wasted
by idle thoughts, than we have succeeded.
On demand we should be able to quiet the
mind, but then what is it that will take
its place?
Perhaps there is something the mind has
been trying to tell us but the noise has
been overwhelming or we have not listened.
Sit comfortably in a quiet setting.
Allow the mind to ramble but be aware
that effort must be made to detach
the person from the thought. You cannot
stop thoughts but if they get no attention
they will go away. You will have to keep
asking yourself: Am I now following a
thought. Then detach. Effort like in all
endevers must be made.
Fifteen minutes in the morning or evening
to start. Over the weeks make it longer.
You will find that when you are doing jobs
about the house or workplace there are times
you can practice this while going about your
business. Start to find out who you are.
Do you like yourself? Is there something
you want to change?
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