The Stretton Street Affair
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Le Queux William. The Stretton Street Affair
PROLOGUE. IS ABOUT MYSELF
CHAPTER THE FIRST. INTRODUCES OSWALD DE GEX
CHAPTER THE SECOND. THE SISTER’S STORY
CHAPTER THE THIRD. WHO WAS GABRIELLE ENGLEDUE?
CHAPTER THE FOURTH. FACING THE MUSIC
CHAPTER THE FIFTH. THE CITY OF THE LILY
CHAPTER THE SIXTH. ANOTHER PUZZLE
CHAPTER THE SEVENTH. THE MILLIONAIRE’S APPREHENSIONS
CHAPTER THE EIGHTH. LITTLE MRS. CULLERTON
CHAPTER THE NINTH. SOME PLAIN SPEAKING
CHAPTER THE TENTH. MONSIEUR SUZOR AGAIN
CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH. THE ABSOLUTE FACTS
CHAPTER THE TWELFTH “RED, GREEN AND GOLD!”
CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH. SOME INTERESTING REVELATIONS
CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH. THE GATE OF THE SUN
CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH. THE INTRUDER
CHAPTER THE SIXTEENTH. ANOTHER STRANGE DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH. WHAT THE PROFESSOR FOUND
CHAPTER THE EIGHTEENTH. MORE ABOUT THE MYSTERY-MAN
CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH. THE TRACK OF DESPUJOL
CHAPTER THE TWENTIETH. MADEMOISELLE JACQUELOT
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST. AT THE HÔTEL LUXEMBOURG
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND. GABRIELLE AT HOME
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-THIRD. THE DEATH-DRUG
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FOURTH. YET ANOTHER MYSTERY
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIFTH. WHAT THE VALET KNEW
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SIXTH. MORE ABOUT MATEO SANZ
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SEVENTH. A CURIOUS STORY
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-EIGHTH. LOVE THE CONQUEROR
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-NINTH. ANOTHER PLOT
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I had promised to call upon Charles Latimer, my bachelor uncle, a retired naval captain, a somewhat crusty old fellow who lived in Orchard Street, which runs between Oxford Street and Portman Square. I usually went there twice a week. With that intent I took a motor ’bus from Hammersmith Broadway as far as Hyde Park Corner.
As I stepped off the ’bus rain began to fall, so turning up the collar of my coat I hurried up Park Lane, at that hour half deserted.
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I suppose I must have remained in the chair into which I again sank for a further ten minutes. My head swam. My mental balance seemed to have become strangely upset by that highly pungent odour of lavender and verbena. I could even taste it upon my tongue, and somehow it seemed to paralyse all my senses save two, those of sight and reason.
I had difficulty in moving my mouth, my fingers, and my shoulders, but my sense of smell seemed to have become extremely acute. Yet my muscles seemed rigid, although my brain remained perfectly clear and unimpaired.
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