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Sax Rohmer
Fire-Tongue
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664644985
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. A CLIENT FOR PAUL HARLEY
CHAPTER IV. INTRODUCING MR. NICOL BRINN
CHAPTER VI. PHIL ABINGDON ARRIVES
CHAPTER VIII. A WREATH OF HYACINTHS
CHAPTER X. HIS EXCELLENCY ORMUZ KHAN
CHAPTER XII. THE VEIL IS RAISED
CHAPTER XIII. NICOL BRINN HAS A VISITOR
CHAPTER XVI. NICOL BRINN GOES OUT
CHAPTER XVII. WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEY
CHAPTER XVIII. WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEY—CONTINUED
CHAPTER XIX. WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEY—CONCLUDED
CHAPTER XXII. FIRE-TONGUE SPEAKS
CHAPTER XXIII. PHIL ABINGDON’S VISITOR
CHAPTER XXIV. THE SCREEN OF GOLD
CHAPTER XXV. AN ENGLISHMAN’S HONOUR
CHAPTER XXVI. THE ORCHID OF SLEEP
“My God!” cried Innes, “here is proof that the chief was right!”
CHAPTER XXX. NICOL BRINN’S STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE
CHAPTER XXXI. STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (CONTINUED)
CHAPTER XXXII. STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (CONTINUED)
CHAPTER XXXIII. STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (CONTINUED)
CHAPTER XXXIV. NICOL BRINN’S STORY (CONCLUDED)
CHAPTER I. A CLIENT FOR PAUL HARLEY
Some of Paul Harley’s most interesting cases were brought to his notice in an almost accidental way. Although he closed his office in Chancery Lane sharply at the hour of six, the hour of six by no means marked the end of his business day. His work was practically ceaseless. But even in times of leisure, at the club or theatre, fate would sometimes cast in his path the first slender thread which was ultimately to lead him into some unsuspected labyrinth, perhaps in the underworld of London, perhaps in a city of the Far East.
His investigation of the case of the man with the shaven skull afforded an instance of this, and even more notable was his first meeting with Major Jack Ragstaff of the Cavalry Club, a meeting which took place after the office had been closed, but which led to the unmasking of perhaps the most cunning murderer in the annals of crime.
One summer’s evening when the little clock upon his table was rapidly approaching the much-desired hour, Harley lay back in his chair and stared meditatively across his private office in the direction of a large and very handsome Burmese cabinet, which seemed strangely out of place amid the filing drawers, bookshelves, and other usual impedimenta of a professional man. A peculiarly uninteresting week was drawing to a close, and he was wondering if this betokened a decreased activity in the higher criminal circles, or whether it was merely one of those usual quiescent periods which characterize every form of warfare.
Paul Harley, although the fact was unknown to the general public, occupied something of the position of an unofficial field marshal of the forces arrayed against evildoers. Throughout the war he had undertaken confidential work of the highest importance, especially in regard to the Near East, with which he was intimately acquainted. A member of the English bar, and the last court of appeal to which Home Office and Foreign Office alike came in troubled times, the brass plate upon the door of his unassuming premises in Chancery Lane conveyed little or nothing to the uninitiated.
The man himself, with