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Guy Boothby
Farewell, Nikola! by Guy Boothby
Venice
the silent and mysterious; the one European city of which I never tire.
My wife had not enjoyed good health for some months past, and for this
reason we had been wintering in Southern Italy. After that we had come
slowly north, spending a month in Florence, and a fortnight in Rome en
route, until we found ourselves in Venice, occupying a suite of
apartments at Galaghetti's famous hotel overlooking the Grand Canal.
Our party was a small one; it consisted of my wife, her friend Gertrude
Trevor, and myself, Richard Hatteras, once of the South Sea Islands
The Lust Of Hate by Guy Boothby
I
detested my home as cordially as I loathed my parent, and was never so
happy as when at school -- an unnatural feeling, as you will admit, in
one so young. From Eton I went up to Oxford, where my former ill luck
pursued me.
Dr. Nikola Returns by Guy Boothby
It
was Saturday afternoon, about a quarter-past four o'clock if my memory
serves me, and the road, known as the Maloo, leading to the Bubbling
Well, that single breathing place of Shanghai, was crowded. Fashionable
barouches, C-spring buggies, spider-wheel dogcarts
A Bid for Fortune or Dr. Nikola's Vendetta by Guy Boothby
Richard
Hatteras, at your service, commonly called Dick, of Thursday Island,
North Queensland, pearler, copra merchant, beche-de-mer and
tortoise-shell dealer, and South Sea trader generally. Eight-and-twenty
years of age, neither particularly good-looking nor, if some people are
to be believed, particularly amiable, six feet two in my stockings, and
forty-six inches round the chest; strong as a Hakodate wrestler, and
perfectly willing at any moment to pay ten pounds sterling to the man
who can put me on my back.
The Race of Life by Guy Boothby
In Strange Company by Guy Boothby
A Professor of Egyptology by Guy Boothby
A Strange Goldfield by Guy Boothby
Pharos the Egyptian by Guy Boothby
The Duchess of Wiltshire's Diamonds by Guy Boothby
Dr. Nikola's Experiment by Guy Boothby
Umberto Eco
Foucault's Pendulum [ZIP] by Umberto Eco
The Island of the Day Before [ZIP] by Umberto Eco
The Name of the Rose [ZIP] by Umberto Eco
John Le Carré
A Small Town In Germany [ZIP] by John Le Carré
Smiley's People [ZIP] by John Le Carré
The Honourable Schoolboy [ZIP] by John Le Carré
The Little Drummer Girl [ZIP] by John Le Carré
The Looking Glass War [ZIP] by John Le Carré
The Spy Who Came in From The Cold [ZIP] by John Le Carré
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy [ZIP] by John Le Carré
Ian Fleming
Dr. No [ZIP] by Ian Fleming
From Russia with Love [ZIP] by Ian Fleming
Goldfinger [ZIP] by Ian Fleming
Ken Follett
Eye of the Needle [ZIP] by Ken Follett
Jackdaws [ZIP] by Ken Follett
The Key to Rebecca [ZIP] by Ken Follett
The Pillars of the Earth [ZIP] by Ken Follett
Anna K. Green
Dark Hollow by Anna K. Green
A high and narrow gate of carefully joined boards, standing ajar
in a fence of the same construction! What is there in this to rouse a
whole neighbourhood and collect before it a group of eager, anxious,
hesitating people?
Agatha Webb by Anna K. Green
From the great house on the hill the guests had all departed and only the musicians remained. As they filed out
through the ample doorway, on their way home, the first faint streak
of early dawn became visible in the east.
The Mill Mystery by Anna K. Green
I
had just come in from the street. I had a letter in my hand. It was for
my fellow-lodger, a young girl who taught in the High School, and whom
I had persuaded to share my room because of her pretty face and quiet
ways.
The Mayor's Wife by Anna K. Green
I
am not without self-control, yet when Miss Davies entered the room with
that air of importance she invariably assumes when she has an unusually
fine position to offer, I could not hide all traces of my anxiety.
The House of the Whispering Pines by Anna K. Green
The moon rode high; but ominous clouds were rushing towards it -- clouds heavy with snow. I watched these clouds as I drove
recklessly, desperately, over the winter roads.
The Woman in the Alcove by Anna K. Green
I was not made for love. This I had often said to myself; very
often of late. In figure I am too diminutive, in face far too
unbeautiful, for me to cherish expectations of this nature.
Indeed, love had never entered into my plan of life, as was
evinced by the nurse's diploma I had just gained after three
years of hard study and severe training.
Graham Greene
The Heart of the Matter [ZIP] by Graham Greene
The Ministry of Fear [ZIP] by Graham Greene
The Power and the Glory [ZIP] by Graham Greene
Jerome K. Jerome
The Cost Of Kindness by Jerome K. Jerome
Mrs.
Pennycoop, gentlest of little women, laid her plump and still pretty
hands upon her husband's shoulders. "Don't think, dear, I haven't
sympathized with you. You have borne it nobly. I have marvelled
sometimes that you have been able to control yourself as you
have done, most times; the things that he has said to you
Tommy and Co. by Jerome K. Jerome
"I'm
a poor old thing," it seemed to say. "I don't shine -- or, rather, I
shine too much among these up-to-date young modes. I only hamper you.
You would be much more comfortable without me."
Passing of the Third Floor Back by Jerome K. Jerome
The
constable at the corner, trying to seem busy doing nothing, noticed the
stranger's approach with gathering interest. "That's an
odd sort of a walk of yours, young man," thought the constable.
Three Men on the Bummel by Jerome K. Jerome
He
said that if we were mean and cowardly and false-hearted enough to
stoop to such a shabby trick, he supposed he couldn't help it; and that
if I didn't intend to finish the whole bottle of claret myself
Told After Supper by Jerome K. Jerome
Christmas Eve is the ghosts' great gala night. On Christmas Eve they hold their annual fete.
They and I by Jerome K. Jerome
A
good round-dozen oaths the Captain must have let fly before Dick and I
succeeded in rolling her out of the room. She had only heard them once,
yet, so far as I could judge, she had got them letter perfect.
Sketches In Lavender, Blue And Green by Jerome K. Jerome
The
girl's face wrinkled with a laugh that aged her. In that moment it was
a hard, evil face, and with a pang the elder woman thought of that
other face, so like, yet so unlike
The Second Thoughts of An Idle Fellow by Jerome K. Jerome
What
a good time our ancestors must have had was borne in upon me when, on
one occasion, I appeared in character at a fancy dress ball. What I
represented I am unable to say, and I don't particularly care.
Paul Kelver by Jerome K. Jerome
I
awake to find myself hurrying through noisy, crowded thoroughfares,
where flaring naphtha lamps illumine fierce, patient, leaden-coloured
faces; through dim-lit, empty streets, where monstrous shadows come and
go upon the close-drawn blinds
Novel Notes by Jerome K. Jerome
I
felt hurt at the implied sneer. I pointed out to her that there already
existed a numerous body of specially-trained men employed to do nothing
else but make disagreeable observations upon authors and their works
Tea-Table Talk by Jerome K. Jerome
It
seems to me," said the Philosopher, "that, if anything, Love is being
exposed to too much light. The subject is becoming vulgarised. Every
year a thousand problem plays and novels, poems and essays, tear the
curtain from Love's Temple
The Philosopher's Joke by Jerome K. Jerome
She
supposed it was her
husband who had been my informant: he was just that sort of ass. She
did not say it unkindly. She said when she was first married, ten years
ago, few people had a more irritating effect upon her than had
Camelford;
The Soul Of Nicholas Snyders by Jerome K. Jerome
They
said he had no soul, but there they were wrong. All men own--or, to
speak more correctly, are owned by--a soul; and the soul of Nicholas
Snyders was an evil soul.
The Love Of Ulrich Nebendahl by Jerome K. Jerome
Perhaps
of all, it troubled most the Herr Pfarrer. Was he not the father of the
village? And as such did it not fall to him to see his children marry
well and suitably? marry in any case.
Malvina Of Brittany by Jerome K. Jerome
The Doctor never did believe this story, but claims for it that, to a great extent, it has altered his whole outlook on life.
Idle Ideas in 1905 by Jerome K. Jerome
"Charmed.
Very hot weather we've been having of late--I mean cold. Let me see, I
did not quite catch your name just now. Thank you so much. Yes, it is a
bit close." And a silence falls, neither of us being able to think what
next to say.
Mrs. Korner Sins Her Mercies by Jerome K. Jerome
It
was a point with Mr. Korner always to be cheerful in the morning.
"Greet the day with a smile and it will leave you with a blessing,"
was the motto Mrs. Korner, this day a married woman of six months and
three weeks standing had heard her husband murmur before getting out of
bed on precisely two hundred and two occasions.
Evergreens by Jerome K. Jerome
They are not the showy folk; they are not
the clever, attractive folk. (Nature is an old-fashioned shopkeeper;
she never puts her best goods in the window.) They are only the quiet,
strong folk; they are stronger than the world
Dreams by Jerome K. Jerome
The
most extraordinary dream I ever had was one in which I fancied that, as
I was going into a theater, the cloak-room attendant stopped me in the
lobby and insisted on my leaving my legs behind me.
John Ingerfield etc by Jerome K. Jerome
If
you take the Underground Railway to Whitechapel Road (the East
station), and from there take one of the yellow tramcars that start
from that point, and go down the Commercial Road, past the George, in
front of which starts -- or used to stand -- a high flagstaff
Emile Gaboriau
The Count's Millions by Emile Gaboriau
And
while the company sipped the
fragrant beverage which had been generously tinctured with cognac,
provided by the butler, they all united in abusing their common enemy,
the master of the house.
Other People's Money by Emile Gaboriau
One
by one the lights go out, and the great windows with diminutive panes
become dark. And if, after midnight, some belated citizen passes on his
way home, he quickens his step, feeling lonely and uneasy, and
apprehensive of the reproaches of his concierge
Baron Trigault's Vengeance by Emile Gaboriau
Vengeance! that is the first, the only thought, when a man finds himself victimized, when his honor and fortune, his present and
future, are wrecked by a vile conspiracy!
The Mystery of Orcival by Emile Gaboriau
He
had scarcely drawn his knife from his pocket, while looking about him
with the poacher's unquiet glance, when he uttered a low
cry, "Father! Here! Father!"
James Hilton
Good-bye, Mr. Chips by James Hilton
Across
the road behind a rampart of ancient elms lay Brookfield, russet under
its autumn mantle of creeper. A group of eighteenth-century buildings
centred upon a quadrangle, and there were acres of playing fields
beyond; then came the small dependent village and the open fen country.
Brookfield, as Wetherby had said, was an old foundation; established in
the reign of Elizabeth, as a grammar school, it might, with better
luck, have become as famous as Harrow.
Lost Horizon by James Hilton
Was It Murder? by James Hilton
Random Harvest by James Hilton
Morning Journey by James Hilton
So Well Remembered by James Hilton
Time and Time Again by James Hilton
Fergus Hume
The Secret Passage by Fergus Hume
The Mystery of a Hansom Cab by Fergus Hume
Madame Midas by Fergus Hume
The Green Mummy by Fergus Hume
Hagar of the Pawn-Shop by Fergus Hume
The Mystery Queen by Fergus Hume
The Crowned Skull by Fergus Hume
The Silent House by Fergus Hume
Red Money by Fergus Hume
A. E. W. Mason
At the Villa Rose by A. E. W. Mason
He
saw her now clearly, and thought her of an entrancing loveliness. She
was moderately tall, fair of skin, with a fresh colouring upon her
cheeks which she owed to nothing but her youth.
Running Water by A. E. W. Mason
The
jolts and lurches merged into one regular purposeful throb, the shrieks
of the wheels, the clatter of the coaches, into one continuous hum. And
already in the upper berth of her compartment Mrs. Thesiger was asleep.
The Four Feathers by A. E. W. Mason
"How's
the leg?" asked General Feversham, as he rose briskly from his chair.
He was a small wiry man, and, in spite of his white hairs, alert. But
the alertness was of the body. A bony face, with a high narrow forehead
and steel-blue inexpressive eyes, suggested a barrenness of mind.
Ensign Knightley and Other Stories by A. E. W. Mason
There
were three other officers in the room, and to them Surgeon Wyley began
to talk in a prosy, medical strain. Two of his audience listened in an
uninterested stolidity for just so long as the remnant of manners,
which still survived in Tangier, commanded, and then strolling through
the open window on to the balcony, lit their pipes.
Clementina by A. E. W. Mason
he
had no doubt but that somehow fortune would serve him. His horse
stepped gingerly on for a few yards, stopped, and looked round at his
master. Wogan and his horse were on the best of terms. "Is it so bad as
that?" said he, and dismounting he gently felt the strained leg. Then
he took the bridle in his hand and walked forward, whistling as he
walked.
The Broken Road by A. E. W. Mason
It
was the Road which caused the trouble. It usually is the road. That and
a reigning prince who was declared by his uncle secretly to have sold
his country to the British, and a half-crazed priest from out beyond
the borders of Afghanistan
The House of the Arrow by A. E. W. Mason
The Prisoner in the Opal by A. E. W. Mason
The Courtship of Morrice Buckler by A. E. W. Mason
The House in Lordship Lane by A. E. W. Mason
The Summons by A. E. W. Mason
The Philanderers by A. E. W. Mason
Witness For The Defense by A. E. W. Mason
Mrs.
Thresk meant no harm. She was utterly without imagination and had no
special delicacy of taste to supply its place -- that was all. People
and words -- she was at pains to interpret neither the one nor the other
Baroness Orczy
The York Mystery by Baroness Orczy
The
man in the corner looked quite cheerful that morning; he had had two
glasses of milk and had even gone to the extravagance of an extra
cheese-cake. Polly knew that he was itching to talk police and murders,
for his east furtive glances at her from time to time, produced a bit
of string, tied and untied it into scores of complicated knots, and
finally, bringing out his pocket-book, he placed two or three
photographs before her.
Skin O' My Tooth by The Baroness Orczy
Funny-looking
man, too, old Skin o' my Tooth--fat and rosy and comfortable as an
Irish pig, with a face as stodgy as a boiled currant dumpling. His
hair, I believe, would be red if he gave it a chance at all, but he
wears it cropped so close to his bulky head that he looks bald in some
lights.
The Old Man In The Corner by Baroness Orczy
Now
this particular corner, this very same table, that special view of the
magnificent marble hall--known as the Norfolk Street branch of the
Aerated Bread Company's depôts--were Polly's own corner, table, and
view. Here she had partaken of eleven pennyworth of luncheon and one
pennyworth of daily information ever since that glorious
never-to-be-forgotten day when she was enrolled on the staff of the
Evening Observer
El Dorado
Paris--despite
the horrors that had stained her walls had remained a city of pleasure,
and the knife of the guillotine did scarce descend more often than did
the drop-scenes on the stage.
The Elusive Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy
Between
them a solitary tallow candle, unsnuffed and weirdly flickering, threw
fantastic shadows upon the walls, and illumined with fitful and
uncertain light the faces of the two men.
Lord Tony's Wife
Pierre
pushed open the outer door of the auberge des Trois Vertus and stepped
out under the porch. A gust of wind caught him in the face. The night,
so the chronicles of the time tell us, was as dark as pitch: on ahead
lay the lights of the city flickering in the gale
Lady Molly Of Scotland Yard
Yes,
we always called her "my lady," from the moment that she was put at the
head of our section; and the chief called her "Lady Molly" in our
presence. We of the Female Department are dreadfully snubbed by the men
Old Hungarian Fairy Tales
Now
Uletka was excessively curious, and often she would wander round the
tower and turn the handle of the door, and fret because she always
found it locked. She dared not ask her father any more about it, for
she had done so once, and then she thought that she never had seen her
dear, kind father so angry before.
I Will Repay! by Baroness Orczy
The
older men tried to interpose, but the young ones only laughed, quite
prepared for the adventure which must inevitably ensue, the only
possible ending to a quarrel such as this.
The Man in Grey
Unravelled Knots A sequel to 'The Old Man in the Corner'
The Robbery In Phillimore Terrace
The Fenchurch Street Mystery
The Scarlet Pimpernel
The Nest of the Sparrowhawk
A Child of the Revolution
The Triumph of the Scarlet Pimpernel
The Way of the Scarlet Pimpernel
Sir Percy Hits Back
Sir Percy Leads the Band
The Adventures of the Scarlet Pimpernel
Pimpernel and Rosemary
The League of the Scarlet Pimpernel
Castles in the Air
Thomas Love Peacock
Headlong Hall by Thomas Love Peacock
Here
the coach stopped, and the coachman, opening the door, vociferated --
"Breakfast, gentlemen;" a sound which so gladdened the ears of the
divine, that the alacrity with which he sprang from the vehicle
superinduced a distortion of his ankle
Calidore by Thomas Love Peacock
Then
turning towards the rocks he spread open his arms and invoked the
Nymphs, the mountains, the rivers, the lakes, the fields, the springs,
the woods, and the sea-shore, by the several appellations of Oreads,
and Naiads, and Limniads, and Limoniads,
Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock
"It
is strange," thought the baron, "that the earl should come in this
martial array to his wedding;" but he had not long to meditate on the
phenomenon,
Crotchet Castle by Thomas Love Peacock
a
venerable family mansion, in a highly picturesque state of
semi-dilapidation, pleasantly situated on a strip of dry land between
the sea and the fens, at the verge of the county of Lincoln
The Last Day of Windsor Forest by Thomas Love Peacock
A
still more solitary spot, which had especial charms for me, was the
deep forest dell already mentioned, on the borders of Winkfield Plain.
This dell, I think, had the name of the Bourne, but I always called it
the Dingle.
The Misfortunes of Elphin by Thomas Love Peacock
when
Uther Pendragon held the nominal sovereignty of Britain over a number
of petty kings, Gwythno Garanhir was king of Caredigion. The most
valuable portion of his dominions was the Great Plain of Gwaelod, an
extensive tract of level land
Charles Reade
The Cloister and the Hearth
"Never
tyne the ship for want of a bit of tar, Gerard," said his changeable
mother. But she added, "Well, there, I will put the crown in my pocket.
That won't be like putting it back in the box.
A Simpleton
A young lady sat pricking a framed canvas in the drawing-room of Kent Villa, a mile from Gravesend; she was making, at a cost of
time and tinted wool, a chair cover, admirably unfit to be sat
upon--except by some severe artist, bent on obliterating discordant colors.
Put Yourself In His Place by Charles Reade
But
industry so vast, working by steam on a limited space, has been fatal
to beauty: Hillsborough, though built on one of the loveliest sites in
England, is perhaps the most hideous town in creation. All ups and down
and back slums. Not one of its wriggling, broken-backed streets has
handsome shops in an unbroken row.
The Knightsbridge Mystery
But
the landlady's tongue ran the other way. Her weight was sixteen stone,
her sentiments were her interests, and her tongue her tomahawk. "'Tis
pity," said she one day, "some folk can't keep their tongues from
blackening of their betters. The Captain is a civil-spoken
gentleman--Lord send there were more of them in these parts!--as takes
his hat off to me whenever he meets me, and pays his reckoning weekly.
If he has a mind to be private, what business is that of yours, or
yours?
The History Of An Acre
The affair
was not rosy at first; the leases were unexpired the rents low, the
footway unpaved. She has told me herself -- for we were, for years, on
very friendly terms -- that she had to trudge through the slush and
dirt to apply for her quarterly rents, and often went home crying at
the hostile reception or excuses she met
White Lies by Charles Reade
Thus
rooted in his native Brittany, Henri Lionel Marie St. Quentin de
Beaurepaire was as fortunate as any man can be pronounced before
he dies. He had health, rank, a good income, a fair domain, a
goodly house, a loving wife, and two lovely young daughters, all
veneration and affection.
Hard Cash
The
madhouse scenes have been picked out by certain disinterested
gentlemen, who keep private asylums, and periodicals to puff them; and
have been met with bold denials of public facts, and with timid
personalities, and a little easy cant about Sensation* Novelists
It Is Never Too Late to Mend
He
was deeply in love with a lady who returned his passion, but she was
hopelessly out of his reach, because he had not much money or
expectations
A Woman-Hater
If
you ask me what she was doing, why -- hunting; and had been, for some
days, in all the inns of Homburg. She had the visitors' book, and was
going through the names of the whole year
Peg Woffington
Mr.
Vane had conversed with Triplet, that is, let Triplet talk to him in a
coffee-house, and Triplet, the most sanguine of unfortunate men, had
already built a series of expectations upon that interview, when this
note arrived.
Love Me Little, Love Me Long
Perhaps,
if Adonis had stood before her now, rolling his eyes, and his phrases
hot from the annuals, the flourishing matron might have sent him to the
servants' hall with a wave of her white and jeweled hand.
Christie Johnstone
The
fortunate man is he who, born poor, or nobody, works gradually up to
wealth and consideration, and, having got them, dies before he finds
they were not worth so much trouble.
Mary Roberts Rinehart
Bab: A Sub-Deb
It
is only just and fair that the Upper House, at least, should know of
the injustice of my exile, and that it is all the result of
Circumstances over which I had no controll. For I make this apeal, and
with good reason. Is it any fault of mine that my sister Leila is 20
months older than I am? Naturaly, no.
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 Bat
"You've got to get him, boys - get him or bust!" said a tired police
chief, pounding a heavy fist on a table. The detectives he bellowed
the words at looked at the floor. They had done their best and
failed. Failure meant "resignation" for the police chief, return
to the hated work of pounding the pavements for them - they knew
it, and, knowing it, could summon no gesture of bravado to answer
their chief's. Gunmen, thugs, hi-jackers, loft-robbers, murderers,
they could get them all in time - but they could not get the man
he wanted.
The Case Of Jennie Brice
My
name is Pitman-in this narrative. It is not really Pitman, but that
does well enough. I belong to an old Pittsburgh family. I was born on
Penn Avenue, when that was the best part of town, and I lived, until I
was fifteen, very close to what is now the Pittsburgh Club. It was a
dwelling then; I have forgotten who lived there.
A Poor Wise Man by Mary Roberts Rinehart
The
city turned its dreariest aspect toward the railway on blackened walls,
irregular and ill-paved streets, gloomy warehouses, and over all a
gray, smoke-laden atmosphere which gave it mystery and often
beauty. Sometimes the softened towers of the great steel bridges
rose above the river mist like fairy towers suspended between Heaven
and earth. And again the sun tipped the surrounding hills with gold,
while the city lay buried in its smoke shroud, and white ghosts of
river boats moved spectrally along.
The Amazing Interlude
The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for
most of us but one setting. It is furnished out with approximately the
same things. Characters come, move about and make their final exits
through long-familiar doors. And the back drop remains approximately
the same from beginning to end. Palace or hovel, forest or sea, it is
the background for the moving figures of the play.
The After House
By
the bequest of an elder brother, I was left enough money to see me
through a small college in Ohio, and to secure me four years in
a medical school in the East. Why I chose medicine I hardly know.
Possibly the career of a surgeon attracted the adventurous element
in me. Perhaps, coming of a family of doctors, I merely followed
the line of least resistance. It may be, indirectly but inevitably,
that I might be on the yacht Ella on that terrible night of August
12, more than a year ago.
The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart
Elizabeth Wheeler liked choir practice. She liked the way in which, after the different parts had been run through, the voices
finally blended into harmony and beauty. She liked the small
sense of achievement it gave her, and of being a part, on Sundays,
of the service. She liked the feeling, when she put on the black
cassock and white surplice and the small round velvet cap of
having placed in her locker the things of this world, such as a
rose-colored hat and a blue georgette frock, and of being stripped,
as it were, for aspirations.
More Tish
The Mystery of the Yellow Room
Love Stories
The After House
Tenting To-night
When A Man Marries
It
began with Jimmy Wilson and a conspiracy, was helped on by a
foot-square piece of yellow paper and a Japanese butler, and it
enmeshed and mixed up generally ten respectable members of
society and a policeman. Incidentally, it involved a pearl collar
and a box of soap, which sounds incongruous, doesn't it?
The Case of Jennie Brice
Yesterday
we got the mud shoveled out of the cellar and found Peter, the spaniel
that Mr. Ladley left when he "went away". The flood, and the fact that
it was Mr. Ladley's dog whose body was found half buried in the
basement fruit closet, brought back to me the strange events of the
other flood five years ago
The Confession
Yet the Benton house undeniably made me uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because it had remained unchanged for so long. The old
horsehair chairs, with their shiny mahogany frames
The Man in Lower Ten
McKnight
is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business. I never
liked it, and since the strange case of the man in lower ten, I have
been a bit squeamish
The Street of Seven Stars
Tradition
had it that the Empress Maria Theresa had used the building as a
hunting-lodge, and undoubtedly there was something royal in the
proportions of the salon. With all the candles lighted in the great
glass chandelier
Tish
The
ill nature of the cartoon, for instance, which showed Tish in a pair of
khaki trousers on her back under a racing-car was quite uncalled for.
Tish did not wear the khaki trousers; she merely took them along in
case of emergency.
Twenty-Three and a Half Hours' Leave
Now
the Headquarters Troop are a cavalry organisation, their particular
function being, so far as the lay mind can grasp it, to form a circle
round the general and keep shells from falling on him.
The Truce of God
From the place below rose a thin grey smoke where the fire kindled for the steer. But the crowd had deserted and now stood
Kings, Queens And Pawns
All
through England, all through France, all through that tragic corner of
Belgium which remains to her, are similar armies, drilling and waiting,
equally young, equally eager, equally resolute. And the
thing they were going to I knew.
Long Live the King
Prince Ferdinand William Otto looked across at the other royal box, and caught his Cousin Hedwig's eye. She also had seen the
handkerchief; she took out her own scrap of linen, and mimicked the shadow.
K
There
was a house across and a little way down the Street, with a card in the
window that said: "Meals, twenty-five cents." Evidently the midday meal
was over; men who looked like clerks and small shopkeepers were
hurrying
away.
Where there's a Will
When it was all over Mr. Sam came out to the spring-house to say good-by to me before he and Mrs. Sam left. I hated to see him
go
The Window at the White Cat
From
the frayed and slovenly petticoats of the woman who owns a poultry
stand in the market and who has grown wealthy by selling chickens at
twelve ounces to the pound,
Sight Unseen
We
passed the Wellses' house on our way to Mrs. Dane's that night, and my
wife commented on the dark condition of the lower floor.
Sax Rohmer
The Yellow Claw by Sax Rohmer
He
hesitated when about to open the outer door, raising his hands to his
dishevelled hair and unshaven chin. The flap of the letter-
box dropped; and the girl outside could be heard stifling her
laughter.
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
Lure of Souls by Sax Rohmer
Tcheriapin by Sax Rohmer
The Daughter Of Huang Chow by Sax Rohmer
The Death-Ring of Sneferu by Sax Rohmer
The Hand Of The Mandarin Quong by Sax Rohmer
The House Of Golden Joss by Sax Rohmer
The Key Of The Temple Of Heaven by Sax Rohmer
The Mysterious Mummy by Sax Rohmer
The Pigtail Of Hi Wing Ho by Sax Rohmer
The Insidious Dr. Fu Manchu by Sax Rohmer
To say that I was perplexed conveys no idea of the mental chaos created by these extraordinary statements, for into my humdrum
suburban life Nayland Smith had brought fantasy of the wildest.
I did not know what to think, what to believe.
Fire-Tongue by Sax Rohmer
Some
of Paul Harley's most interesting cases were brought to his notice in
an almost accidental way. Although he closed his office in Chancery
Lane sharply at the hour of six, the hour of six by no means marked the
end of his business day.
The Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer
There
were no lights to be seen in any of the windows, which circumstance
rather surprised me, as my patient occupied, or had
occupied when last I had visited her, a first-floor bedroom in the
front of the house. My knocking and ringing produced no response for
three or four minutes; then, as I persisted, a scantily clothed and
half awake maid servant unbarred the door and stared at me stupidly in
the moonlight.
Dope by Sax Rohmer
Monte
Irvin, alderman of the city and prospective Lord Mayor of London, paced
restlessly from end to end of the well-appointed library of his house
in Prince's Gate. Between his teeth he gripped the stump
of a burnt-out cigar. A tiny spaniel lay beside the fire, his beady
black eyes following the nervous movements of the master of the house.
Emile C. Tepperman
The Suicide Squad--Dead or Alive by Emile C. Tepperman
The Suicide Squad and the Murder Bund by Emile C. Tepperman
The Suicide Squad Reports For Death by Emile C. Tepperman
Suicide Squad - Targets For The Flaming Arrows by Emile C. Tepperman
War Masters From The Orient by Emile C. Tepperman
Married For Murder by Emile C. Tepperman
A Half Interest in Hell by Emile C. Tepperman
A Cue For The Corpse by Emile C. Tepperman
Raiders Of The Red Death by Emile C. Tepperman
In This Corner - Death by Emile C. Tepperman
Manchu Skull by Emile C. Tepperman
A Coffin For the Avenger by Emile C. Tepperman
Calling Justice Inc by Emile C. Tepperman
Cargo of Doom by Emile C. Tepperman
Death To the Avenger by Emile C. Tepperman
To Find a Dead Man by Emile C. Tepperman
The Murder Monster by Emile C. Tepperman
Arthur Train
A Flight into Texas by Arthur Train
A Murder Conspiracy by Arthur Train
The Lost Stradivarius by Arthur Train
True Stories of Crime From the District Attorney's Office by Arthur Train
By Advice of Counsel by Arthur Train
Tutt and Mr. Tutt by Arthur Train
Various Authors
Kai Lung's Golden Hours by Ernest Bramah
Kai
Lung cast himself down in refuge from the noontide sun and slept. When
he woke it was with the sound of discreet laughter trickling through
his dreams. He sat up and looked around. Across the glade two maidens
stood in poised expectancy within the shadow of a wild fig-tree
Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis
One
Saturday night, when he come home from the village in his usual fix, he
stumbled over a basket that was setting on his front steps. Then he got
up and drawed back his foot unsteady to kick it plumb into kingdom
come.
One Bullet Makes Murder by Norman A. Daniels
Gallagher
kept on going, every nerve and muscle attuned for instant action.
Higgins would shoot. He had everything to lose by capture and nothing
in resisting arrest by murdering an officer. You can only fry a man
once and Higgins knew it!
Doubled In Death by Jack Storm
The
bandit car swerved around a corner on two wheels, narrowly missed
climbing the curb and straightened out with a shrieking of tires. Ross
took the corner just as fast but far more expertly.
Border Traffic by Edward Ronns
Gil
stepped out of the smart convertible sedan and studied the house with
crinkled gray eyes, A dusty roadster was parked in the side driveway,
and the porch door was ajar. Except for that and the new telephone
wires, the place looked as if it had been deserted for years.
Manhattan Hayride by Ben Conlon
Jim
Blake, of the narcotic squad, had shadowed too many men not to be aware
that he himself was being tailed. Dummy Krail, proprietor of the
amusement park, knew he was in the area.
The Agony Column by Earl Derr Biggers
London
that historic summer was almost unbearably hot. It seems, looking back,
as though the big baking city in those days was meant to serve as an
anteroom of torture - an inadequate bit of preparation for the hell
that was soon to break in the guise of the Great War.
The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton
It was not
by any means the only evening of which he was the hero. On many
nights those passing by his little back garden might hear his high,
didactic voice laying down the law to men and particularly to women.
The Club of Queer Trades by G.K.Chesterton
There
is something entirely Gargantuan in the idea of economising space by
piling houses on top of each other, front doors and all. And in the
chaos and complexity of those
perpendicular streets anything may dwell or happen, and it is in
one of them, I believe, that the inquirer may find the offices of
the Club of Queer Trades.
Steadfast Falters by E. Mandevill Rogers
His
capture of the richest stake of the year was taken almost as a foregone
conclusion, and a great crowd had turned out to see the race and to
bring home its share of the proceeds
Riddle of the Sands edited by Erskine Childers
But
events were driving them to reconsider their decision. These seemed to
show that the information wrung with such peril and labour from the
German Government, and transmitted so promptly to our own, had had none
but the most transitory influence on our policy.
Red Harvest by Newman Flower
four
men were sitting at a small table in the Toledo Restaurant. Everyone
knows the Toledo. That night it was crowded. The room is small and so
severely plain that it almost jars the appetite
The Outdoor Girls at Rainbow Lake by Laura Lee Hope
The
kind of talking I'm going to do now calls for action--'business,' as
the stage people call it," explained Betty. "I want to walk around and
swing my arms. Besides, I can't properly do justice to the subject
sitting down.
The Outdoor Girls at Wild Rose Lodge by Laura Lee Hope
It's
all right for you to talk about patience, Amy," retorted Mollie,
throttling her engine and sliding at breakneck speed down a long hill
without the thought of using a brake. A brake to Mollie meant something
to be used at the last minute when she couldn't think of anything else
to do. "You're an angel, but I'm not--"
Okewood of the Secret Service by Valentine Williams
But
only professionally did Mr. Mackwayte thus blow his own trumpet, and
then in print alone. For the rest, he had nothing great about him but
his heart. A long and bitter struggle for existence had left no
hardness in his smooth-shaven flexible face, only wrinkles.
Number Seventeen by Louis Tracy
There
was nothing in the incident to provoke a second thought. Assuredly,
Frank Theydon--as his friends called him--was not the only man in the
vestibule of Daly's Theater who had found the girl well worth looking at
The Mirror of Kong Ho by Ernest Bramah
Concerning
the real nature of the devices by which the ships are propelled at sea
and the carriages on land, I must still unroll a blank mind until I can
secretly, and without undue hazard, examine them more closely. If, as
you maintain, it is the work of captive demons hidden away among their
most inside parts, it must be admitted that these usually intractable
beings . . .
Many Waters by Margaret Deland
She
brooded over instances of goodness suspected, of innocent men
condemned, of the blunders and mistakes of Justice. It was not until
three or four days before the trial that Bates realized what even
Thomas Fleming had not understood, that she was consumed with fear.
Reality Or Delusion? by Mrs. Henry Wood
It
was autumn, and we were at Crabb Cot. Lena had been ailing; and in
October Mrs. Todhetley proposed to the Squire that they should remove
with her there, to see if the change would do her good.
Skeleton In Our Closet by William G. Bogart
The
news flashed through the underworld grapevine. It was on the tongues of
stoolies in poolrooms on Eighth Avenue; a fink slipped into a phone
booth near the Garden and called a brother rat who lived in a back room
on Sixth Avenue.
Hook Mcguire Gives A Bowling Lesson by George Allan Moffat
Detective
Hook McGuire walked up on the porch and stared at the open door. His
face was worried as he walked through the door and into the dark living
room. He managed to find his way to a rear hall and to the one room
that was lighted.
Paid To Die by Norman A. Daniels
His
short hook jolted the bandit's head back, but didn't knock him out.
O'Hara hastily transferred his gun to his left hand, drew back his
right and got set to knock this crook into unconsciousness.
Murder With A Scent by Milton Lowe
A
minute later the boathouse loomed ahead, looking more like an
apparition than a two-story structure. Ace switched off the engine,
allowed his craft to drift with the tide while he waited, hawser in
hand. Almost immediately the cutter's prow nosed against the wharf,
rubbed abeam.
Murder Without A Corpse by Norman A. Daniels
The
blast of a gun broke the early morning quiet! The killer fired four
shots, very fast but apparently with remarkable accuracy for the man on
the sidewalk stopped, straight- ened up to his full height, and then
pitched forward.
The Man Who Was Thursday G. K. Chesterton
big
Chinese lanterns glowed in the dwarfish
trees like some fierce and monstrous fruit. And this was strongest of
all on one particular evening, still vaguely remembered in the
locality, of which the auburn-haired poet was the hero.
Riggs Is Here by Jackson Gregory, Jr.
He had arrived at the door to International Agency's office well before
eight that morning. When Carey's secretary got there to open up, she
looked at him, sighed, and let him in to wait.
Max Carrados Mysteries – an Anthology by Ernest Bramah
The Mark of Zorro by Johnston McCulley
Twice
before Gonzales had done so, to the great damage of furniture and men's
faces; and the landlord had appealed to the comandante of the presidio,
Captain Ramon, only to be informed that the captain had an abundance of
troubles of his own, and that running an inn was not one of them.
The Bittermeads Mystery by E. R. Punshon
The
boy was still laughing as he held out his hand for the ticket, and the
stranger gave it to him with one hand and at the same time shot out a
long arm, caught the boy - a well-grown lad of sixteen - by the middle
and, with as little apparent effort as though lifting a baby
In The Bishop's Carriage by Miriam Michelson
There
was the woman who's always hungry, nibbling chocolates out of a box;
and the woman fallen asleep, with her hat on the side, and hairpins
dropping out of her hair; and the woman who's beside herself with fear
that she'll miss her train; and the woman who is taking notes about the
other women's rigs.
The Blotting Book by Edward Frederic Benson
Violent vitality was his also; his was the hot blood that could do any
deed when the life-instinct commanded it. He looked like one of those
who could give their body to be burned in the pursuit of an idea, or
could as easily steal, or kill, provided only the deed was vitally done
in the heat of his blood.
The Trees of Pride by Gilbert K. Chesterton
It
was cut out against the emerald or indigo of the sea in graven horns
and crescents that might be the cast or mold of some such crested
serpents; and, beneath, was pierced and fretted by caves and crevices,
as if by the boring of some such titanic worms. Over and above this
draconian architecture of the earth a veil of gray woods hung thinner
like a vapor; woods which the witchcraft of the sea had, as usual, both
blighted and blown out of shape.
Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie
The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocked the Dover Street Tube exit in doing so. The
adjective "old" was misleading. Their united ages would certainly not have totalled forty-five.
The Wallet of Kai Lung by Ernest Bramah
"O
illustrious person," said Kai Lung very earnestly, "this is evidently
an unfortunate mistake. Doubtless you were expecting some exalted
Mandarin to come and render you homage, and were preparing to overwhelm
him with gratified confusion by escorting him yourself to your
well-appointed abode.
The Case of Euphemia Raphash by M. P. Shiel
the
house was in darkness; and it was an hour later that a scream shrilled
through the night. Mrs. Grant was able to light a candle, and had
opened her door, when she dimly saw a man rushing towards her with some
singular weapon in his hand which flashed vividly in the half-dark . . .
The Agony Column by Earl Derr Biggers
London
that historic summer was almost unbearably hot. It seems, looking back,
as though the big baking city in those days was meant to serve as an
anteroom of torture - an inadequate bit of preparation for the hell
that was soon to break in the guise of the Great War.
The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton
It was not
by any means the only evening of which he was the hero. On many
nights those passing by his little back garden might hear his high,
didactic voice laying down the law to men and particularly to women.
The Club of Queer Trades by G.K.Chesterton
There
is something entirely Gargantuan in the idea of economising space by
piling houses on top of each other, front doors and all. And in the
chaos and complexity of those
perpendicular streets anything may dwell or happen, and it is in
one of them, I believe, that the inquirer may find the offices of
the Club of Queer Trades.
Steadfast Falters by E. Mandevill Rogers
His
capture of the richest stake of the year was taken almost as a foregone
conclusion, and a great crowd had turned out to see the race and to
bring home its share of the proceeds
Riddle of the Sands edited by Erskine Childers
But
events were driving them to reconsider their decision. These seemed to
show that the information wrung with such peril and labour from the
German Government, and transmitted so promptly to our own, had had none
but the most transitory influence on our policy.
Red Harvest by Newman Flower
four
men were sitting at a small table in the Toledo Restaurant. Everyone
knows the Toledo. That night it was crowded. The room is small and so
severely plain that it almost jars the appetite
The Outdoor Girls at Rainbow Lake by Laura Lee Hope
The
kind of talking I'm going to do now calls for action--'business,' as
the stage people call it," explained Betty. "I want to walk around and
swing my arms. Besides, I can't properly do justice to the subject
sitting down.
The Outdoor Girls at Wild Rose Lodge by Laura Lee Hope
It's
all right for you to talk about patience, Amy," retorted Mollie,
throttling her engine and sliding at breakneck speed down a long hill
without the thought of using a brake. A brake to Mollie meant something
to be used at the last minute when she couldn't think of anything else
to do. "You're an angel, but I'm not--"
Okewood of the Secret Service by Valentine Williams
But
only professionally did Mr. Mackwayte thus blow his own trumpet, and
then in print alone. For the rest, he had nothing great about him but
his heart. A long and bitter struggle for existence had left no
hardness in his smooth-shaven flexible face, only wrinkles.
Number Seventeen by Louis Tracy
There
was nothing in the incident to provoke a second thought. Assuredly,
Frank Theydon--as his friends called him--was not the only man in the
vestibule of Daly's Theater who had found the girl well worth looking at
The Mirror of Kong Ho by Ernest Bramah
Concerning
the real nature of the devices by which the ships are propelled at sea
and the carriages on land, I must still unroll a blank mind until I can
secretly, and without undue hazard, examine them more closely. If, as
you maintain, it is the work of captive demons hidden away among their
most inside parts, it must be admitted that these usually intractable
beings . . .
Many Waters by Margaret Deland
She
brooded over instances of goodness suspected, of innocent men
condemned, of the blunders and mistakes of Justice. It was not until
three or four days before the trial that Bates realized what even
Thomas Fleming had not understood, that she was consumed with fear.
Edgar Wallace
The Green Rust by Edgar Wallace
No
greater difference could be imagined than existed between the man on
the bed and the slim neat figure who sat by his side. John Millinborn,
broad-shouldered, big-featured, a veritable giant in frame and even in
his last days suggesting the enormous strength which had been his in
his prime, had been an outdoor man
Clue of the Twisted Candle by Edgar Wallace
The
downpour was incessant and likely to last through the night. The high
hedges on either side of the narrow road were so many
leafy cascades; the road itself was in places ankle deep in mud. He
stopped under the protecting cover of a big tree to fill and light his
pipe and with its bowl turned downwards continued his
walk. But for the driving rain which searched every crevice and found
every chink in his waterproof armor, he preferred, indeed welcomed, the
walk.
White Face by Edgar Wallace
Red Aces by Edgar Wallace
Again Sanders by Edgar Wallace
The Greek Poropulos by Edgar Wallace
On the Spot by Edgar Wallace
The Lone House Mystery and Other Stories by Edgar Wallace
The Square Emerald by Edgar Wallace
The Keepers of the King's Peace by Edgar Wallace
The Duke in the Suburbs by Edgar Wallace
Terror Keep by Edgar Wallace
Room 13 by Edgar Wallace
The Sinister Man by Edgar Wallace
The People of the River by Edgar Wallace
The Man who Bought London by Edgar Wallace
The Face in the Night by Edgar Wallace
The Avenger by Edgar Wallace
Mr J.G. Reeder Returns by Edgar Wallace
The Door with Seven Locks by Edgar Wallace
The Mind of Mr J. G. Reeder by Edgar Wallace
The Valley of Ghosts by Edgar Wallace
The Crimson Circle by Edgar Wallace
Fred M. White
The Mystery of the Four Fingers by Fred M. White
The
beautifully decorated saloon had a sprinkling of well-dressed men and
women already dining decorously there. Everything was decorous about
the Great Empire Hotel. No thought had been spared in the effort to
keep the place quiet and select.
The River of Death by Fred M. White
The
drought had lasted since April. Tales came up from the provinces of
stagnant rivers and quick, fell spurts of zymotic diseases. For some
time the London water companies had restricted supplies
The Four Days' Night by Fred M. White
The
chance he was waiting for seemed to have come at last. November had set
in, mild and dull and heavy. Already there had been one or two of the
dense fogs under which London periodically groans and does nothing to
avert.
The Invisible Force by Fred M. White
In
the flare of the blue arc lights a dozen men were working on the dome
of the core. Something had gone wrong with a water-main overhead, the
concrete beyond the steel belt had cracked, and the moisture had
corroded the steel plates, so that a long strip of the metal skin had
been peeled away, and the friable concrete had fallen on the rails.
The Crimson Blind by Fred M. White
David
Steel dropped his eyes from the mirror and shuddered as a man who sees
his own soul bared for the first time. And yet the mirror was in itself
a thing of artistic beauty--engraved Florentine glass in a frame of
deep old Flemish oak.
The Dust of Death by Fred M. White
Hubert
asked no unnecessary questions. He knew Fillingham, the great portrait
painter, well enough by repute and by sight also, for Fillingham's
house and studio were close by. There were many artists in the
Devonshire Park district
A Bubble Burst by Fred M. White
there
was a tremendous "boom." Nothing like it had ever been seen in the
history of commerce. It was the golden hour of the promoter. Yet, for
the most part, the schemes promised well.
The Four White Days by Fred M. White
There
had been no sign of any abatement in the gripping frost, but the wind
had suddenly shifted to the east, and almost immediately snow had
commenced to fall. But as yet there was no hint of the coming calamity.
The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Radcliffe
He had known life in other forms than those of pastoral simplicity, having mingled in the gay and in the busy scenes of the
world; but the flattering portrait of mankind, which his heart had
delineated in early youth, his experience had too sorrowfully
corrected.
Charles Williams
Descent into Hell by Charles Williams
Many Dimensions by Charles Williams
All Hallows' Eve by Charles Williams
The Place of the Lion by Charles Williams
War in Heaven by Charles Williams
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