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Thomas W. Hanshew. The Riddle of the Night
The Riddle of the Night
Table of Contents
CHARACTERS
CHAPTER ONE
A MYSTERIOUS AFFAIR
CHAPTER TWO
HOW THE CHASE ENDED
CHAPTER THREE
THE SHADOW THAT LAY BEHIND
CHAPTER FOUR
CLEWS AND SUSPICIONS
CHAPTER FIVE
THE RIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
CHAPTER SIX
A LITTLE DISCREPANCY
CHAPTER SEVEN
"COMING EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEFORE"
CHAPTER EIGHT
AILSA LORNE
CHAPTER NINE
BLIND GROPING
CHAPTER TEN
ANOTHER STRAND IN THE WEB
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE CLOUDBURST
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE THUNDERBOLT
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A QUESTION OF VERACITY
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A CHANGE IN THE PROGRAM
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A CLEW FROM THE AIR
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
A BOLD STROKE
JETANOLA
AN UNRIVALLED PREPARATION. For Boots, Shoes, and All Leather. Goods. MANUFACTURED SOLELY BY. FERDINAND LOVETSKI. 63 ESSEX ROW. SOHO
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A BLUNDER AND A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SPRINGING A SURPRISE
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PICKING UP THREADS
CHAPTER TWENTY
"HOW SHARPER THAN A SERPENT'S TOOTH"
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
WHEN TWO AND TWO MAKE FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
WHEN FOUR AND FOUR MAKE EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THE LADY AT THE GATE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
THE MOUSETRAP
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
THE FLY IN THE OINTMENT
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THE OPEN WINDOW
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
THE VIEW HALLOO
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LOISETTE IS VINDICATED
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
"QUICK! FIRE!"
CHAPTER THIRTY
NEARING THE TRUTH!
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
HOW THE TRUTH WAS TOLD
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Thomas W. Hanshew
Published by Good Press, 2021
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In the merest fraction of a minute Narkom was out of the limousine, had crossed the narrow pavement, mounted the three shallow steps, and was standing in the shadow of a pillared porch, punching a signal on the button of an electric bell. In all he could not have been kept waiting more than a minute, but it seemed forty times that length when he at last heard a bolt slip, and saw, in the gap of the open door, the figure of a slim, red-headed youth arrayed in a bed quilt, a suit of pink flannelette pajamas, and a pair of white canvas tennis shoes.
"Come in, sir, come in quick!" this young man whispered, in the broadest of Cockney accents, as he opened the door just wide enough for Narkom to sidle into the semi-dark passage.
