A Strange Disappearance E-Book

Anna Katharine Green

• Herausgeber: Enrico Conti
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Anna Katharine Green was an early 20th century novelist. She was one of the first authors to write detective stories in America. Her stories are known for their well thought out plots and their legal accuracy. Although Green wrote in a genre previously dominated by men she did n think much of feminists and opposed women's suffrage.

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A Strange Disappearance

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Anna Katharine Green

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A Novel Case

A Few Points

The Contents of a Bureau Drawer

Thompson’s Story

A New York Belle

A Bit of Calico

The House at the Granby Cross Roads

A Word Overheard

A Few Golden Hairs

The Secret of Mr. Blake’s Studio

Luttra

A Woman’s Love

A Man’s Heart

Mrs. Daniels

A Confab

The Mark of the Red Cross

The Capture

Love and Duty

Explanations

The Bond that Unites

Chapter 1

A Novel Case

“Talking of sudden disappearances the one you mention of Hannah in that Leavenworth case of ours, is not the only remarkable one which has come under my direct notice. Indeed, I know of another that in some respects, at least, surpasses that in points of interest, and if you will promise not to inquire into the real names of the parties concerned, as the affair is a secret, I will relate you my experience regarding it.”

The speaker was Q, the rising young detective, universally acknowledged by us of the force as the most astute man for mysterious and unprecedented cases, then in the bureau, always and of course excepting Mr. Gryce; and such a statement from him could not but arouse our deepest curiosity. Drawing up, then, to the stove around which we were sitting in lazy enjoyment of one of those off-hours so dear to a detective’s heart, we gave with alacrity the required promise; and settling himself back with the satisfied air of a man who has a good story to tell that does not entirely lack certain points redounding to his own credit, he began:

I was one Sunday morning loitering at the ——— Precinct Station, when the door opened and a respectable-looking middle-aged woman came in, whose agitated air at once attracted my attention. Going up to her, I asked her what she wanted.

“A detective,” she replied, glancing cautiously about on the faces of the various men scattered through the room. “I don’t wish anything said about it, but a girl disappeared from our house last night, and”— she stopped here, her emotion seeming to choke her —“and I want some one to look her up,” she went on at last with the most intense emphasis.