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Freeman Wills Crofts. The 12.30 from Croydon
The 12.30 from Croydon
Table of Contents
Chapter I. Andrew Takes the Air
Chapter II. Charles Considers Finance
Chapter III. Charles Suggests Accommodations
Chapter IV. Charles Advocates Matrimony
Chapter V. Charles Grows Desperate
Chapter VI. Charles Meets Temptation
Chapter VII. Charles Sees His Way
Chapter VIII. Charles Begins His Preparations
Chapter IX. Charles Completes His Preparations
Chapter X. Charles Burns His Boats
Chapter XI. Charles Achieves His Object
Chapter XII. Charles Becomes a Spectator
Chapter XIII. Charles Has a Caller
Chapter XIV. Charles Meets a Criminal
Chapter XV. Charles Shows the Strong Hand
Chapter XVI. Charles Assists Justice
Chapter XVII. Charles Attains Security
Chapter XVIII. Charles Experiences Panic
Chapter XIX. Charles Attends Court
Chapter XX. Charles Endures Despair
Chapter XXI. Charles Regains Hope
Chapter XXII. Charles Learns His Fate
Chapter XXIII. French Begins His Story
Chapter XXIV. French Completes His Story
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Freeman Wills Crofts
Published by Good Press, 2021
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She was right. There, three thousand two hundred feet below them, was the surface of France. Peter leant forward to see, old Mr Crowther was evidently fascinated, and even the sombre Weatherup showed a grudging interest.
It was indeed a fascinating map upon which they gazed. The land was divided up into little irregular squares like tiny crooked postage stamps in various shades of greens and browns and reds. Feathery green areas obviously represented woods. In all directions ran traces, a perfect network of lines, representing roads and lanes and water-courses. A few were straight or evenly curved, evidently main roads or railways. A darkish worm headed by a tiny white streamer made certain of the nature of one dark line. The houses showed as tiny rectangles and the villages reminded them of the relievo models so often made to illustrate dead cities. Tiny yellow circles, looking about as big as the heads of matches, at first puzzled Rose. Then she saw that they must be haystacks. Some fields had a still more mysterious appearance. They were covered with a pattern of little dots, arranged in lines as if for ornament, like tiny beads sewn on an old-fashioned mitten.
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