Guy Boothby

A Crime of the Under-seas


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       Guy Boothby

      A Crime of the Under-seas

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066237493

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       "I sprang to my feet on hearing this. 'Not the first!' I cried."

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       The Phantom Stockman

       The Treasure of Sacramento Nick

       "A native fruit-hawker came round the corner."

       "Then, just as her nose grounded, my eyes caught sight of a big creeper-covered mass."

       Into the Outer Darkness

       The Story of Tommy Dodd and "The Rooster"

       Quod Erat Demonstrandum

       Cupid and Psyche

       "One moonlight night ... somebody stepped up beside him."

       Misplaced Affections

       In Great Waters

       Mr. Aristocrat

       This Man and This Woman

       OTHER PUBLICATIONS

       WORKS BY GUY BOOTHBY

       WORKS BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM.

       The Master Mummer.

       The Betrayal.

       Anna, The Adventuress.

       The Yellow Crayon.

       A Prince of Sinners.

       The Traitors.

       A Millionaire of Yesterday.

       The Survivor.

       The Great Awakening.

       As a Man Lives.

       A Daughter of the Marionis.

       Mr. Bernard Brown.

       The Man and His Kingdom.

       The World's Great Snare.

       A Monk of Cruta.

       Mysterious Mr. Sabin.

       Table of Contents

      There is an old saying that "one half of the world does not know how the other half lives," but how true this is very few of us really understand. In the East, indeed, it amounts almost to the marvellous. There are men engaged in trades there, some of them highly lucrative, of which the world in general has never heard, and which the ordinary stay-at-home Englishman would in all probability refuse to believe, even if the most trustworthy evidence were placed before him. For instance, on the evening from which I date the story I am now about to tell you, three of us were seated chatting together in the verandah of the Grand Oriental Hotel at Colombo. We were all old friends, and we had each of us arrived but recently in Ceylon. McDougall, the big red-haired Scotchman, who was sitting on my right, had put in an appearance from Tuticorin by a British India boat only that morning, and was due to leave again for Burmah the following night. As far as I could gather he earned his living mainly by smuggling dutiable articles into other countries, where the penalty, if one is caught, is a fine of at least one thousand pounds, or the chance of receiving upwards of five years' imprisonment. The man in the big chair next