Her Birthday E-Book

Edgar Wallace

• Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 23

Beschreibung

Celebrate a day like no other in "Her Birthday" by Edgar Wallace, where a seemingly joyous occasion spirals into a whirlwind of mystery, romance, and unexpected danger. As secrets from the past surface and hidden motives are revealed, the birthday girl finds herself entangled in a web of intrigue that could change her life forever. This captivating tale of love, suspense, and unforeseen twists will keep you riveted until the very last page.

Leseprobe

Her Birthday

Two Rogues and a Girl

Author: Edgar Wallace

Edited by: Seif Moawad

Copyright © 2024 by Al-Mashreq eBookstore

First published in Novel Magazine, July 1914

No part of this publication may be reproduced whole or in part in any form without the prior written permission of the author

All rights reserved.

Table of Contents

Her Birthday

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2

Landmarks

The Council of Justice

Cover

1

REDWOOD, of the firm of Redwood & Fenner, came into the office in evening dress, for he was dining with Sigley that night. Much depended on the interview. Sigley would be the principal creditor if things went wrong, and things were going as wrong as they could. He was nervous. That he had dressed an hour before dressing was necessary was proof enough of his jumpiness.

Margaret Marsden was cool enough. The sight of her busy fingers manipulating the keys of the typewriter soothed him; the click-click of the machine was an admirable sedative.

Redwood strolled aimlessly down to his desk, stared thoughtfully at the pad, and dropped his overcoat over the back of a chair. The buzzer on the desk sounded. He picked up the receiver—it communicated with the hall-porter’s box.

“Yes? Detective-Inspector Harrod from the Criminal Investigation Department?” His eyes narrowed.

“Detective Inspector Harrod?” he repeated thoughtfully. “Tell him to come up.”

The hand that pulled open the drawer of the desk shook a little. He had been more reckless in his transactions than a member of an established firm of Hatton Garden jewel merchants should have been. He took a revolver from the drawer of his desk and examined it with a speculative eye. Then he replaced it and closed the drawer.

“Miss Marsden,” he said.

The girl looked round.

“Yes, Mr. Redwood.”

He was caressing his little black moustache meditatively.

“My bag is in the next room,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. “It is rather heavy, but I may want you to take it to Charing Cross cloakroom—if necessary. It may not be necessary, but if I have to—to go out, wait until I am gone, then get the bag away.”

“I see,” said the girl, and looked at him strangely.

There was a knock at the door, and the florid Detective-Inspector entered.

“Good evening, Inspector,” Redwood nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on the other’s face. The man smiled, so it was all right, thought Redwood. Sigley had not discovered that his diamonds had been pledged.

“I am lucky to catch you here,” said the Inspector.

“Catch me?”

Inspector Harrod laughed.

“That’s an unfortunate term for a detective to use, isn’t it?” he chuckled.

He sat down at the other’s invitation, but refused the proffered cigarette.