Sax Rohmer

The Golden Scorpion


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      Sax Rohmer

      The Golden Scorpion

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      Inhaltsverzeichnis

       Titel

       THE SHADOW OF A COWL

       THE PIBROCH OF THE M'GREGORS

       THE SCORPION'S TAIL

       MADEMOISELLE DORIAN

       THE SEALED ENVELOPE

       THE ASSISTANT COMMISSIONER

       CONTENTS OF THE SEALED ENVELOPE

       THE ASSISTANT COMMISSIONER'S THEORY

       THE CHINESE COIN

       "CLOSE YOUR SHUTTERS AT NIGHT"

       THE BLUE RAY

       THE DANCER OF MONTMARTRE ZARA EL-KHALA

       CONCERNING THE GRAND DUKE

       A STRANGE QUESTION

       THE FIGHT IN THE CAFE

       "LE BALAFRE" I BECOME CHARLES MALET

       BAITING THE TRAP

       DISAPPEARANCE OF CHARLES MALET

       I MEET AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE

       CONCLUSION OF STATEMENT

       AT THE HOUSE OF AH-FANG-FU THE BRAIN-THIEVES

       THE RED CIRCLE

       MISKA'S STORY

       MISKA'S STORY _(concluded)_

       THE HEART OF CHUNDA LAL

       THE MAN WITH THE SCAR

       IN THE OPIUM DEN

       THE GREEN-EYED JOSS

       THE LAIR OF THE SCORPION THE SUBLIME ORDER

       THE LIVING DEATH

       THE FIFTH SECRET OF RACHE CHURAN

       THE GUILE OF THE EAST

       WHAT HAPPENED TO STUART

       "JEY BHOWANI!"

       THE WAY OF A SCORPION

       Impressum neobooks

      THE SHADOW OF A COWL

      The Golden Scorpion

      Author: Sax Rohmer

      Keppel Stuart, M.D., F. R. S., 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. His

      windows were widely open and he could detect that vague drumming

      which is characteristic of midnight London; sometimes, too, the

      clashing of buffers upon some siding of the Brighton railway where

      shunting was in progress and occasional siren notes from the Thames.

      Otherwise--nothing.

      He glanced at the luminous disk of his watch. The hour was half-past

      two. Dawn was not far off. The night seemed to have become almost

      intolerably hot, and to this heat Stuart felt disposed to ascribe

      both his awakening and also a feeling of uncomfortable tension of

      which he now became aware. He continued to listen, and, listening

      and hearing nothing, recognized with anger that he was frightened.

      A sense of some presence oppressed him. Someone or something evil

      was near him--perhaps in the room, veiled by the shadows. This

      uncanny sensation grew more and more marked.

      Stuart sat up in bed, slowly and cautiously, looking all about him.

      He remembered to have awakened once thus in India--and to have found

      a great cobra coiled at his feet. His inspection revealed the

      presence of nothing unfamiliar, and he stepped out on to the floor.

      A faint clicking sound reached his ears. He stood quite still. The

      clicking was repeated.

      "There is someone downstairs in my