The Destroyer - Edgar Wallace - E-Book

The Destroyer E-Book

Edgar Wallace

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The Destroyer by Edgar Wallace is a thrilling narrative that explores the dark side of power and ambition. Set against the backdrop of a city on the brink of chaos, the story follows a mysterious figure known only as "The Destroyer," whose presence strikes fear into the hearts of both the innocent and the guilty. As a series of catastrophic events unfold, a determined detective races against time to unmask this enigmatic menace and stop the destruction before it's too late. With lives hanging in the balance and the city's future uncertain, every choice could lead to salvation—or total annihilation. Immerse yourself in this electrifying tale where suspense and danger lurk around every corner.

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The Destroyer

A Short Story

Author: Edgar Wallace

Edited by: Seif Moawad

Copyright © 2024 by Al-Mashreq eBookstore

First published in Weekly Tale-Teller, January 8, 1910

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

The Destroyer

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Landmarks

The Council of Justice

Cover

1

OVER by Voisney a heliograph made a great trembling splash of light.

"Answer," said the captain, and the corporal tapped the key of the little mirror which stood on a thin-edged tripod before him.

"Le Zallach en vol," he read, and monsieur the captain swore.

"Send back," he said briefly, and a chasseur behind him waved a flag rapidly.

So the news went back to the camp, to the tent before which the tricolour of France flew, to the stout, red-faced man who sat at a table, his head in his hands, studying a map of the country west of Nancy.

The Zallach was flying. The news went like wildfire through the lines. Men sitting in little circles about their tiny fires—it is cold in October in the open country about Nancy—rose and stared blankly and helplessly at the darkening East.

The artillerymen did not rise, for they had only just returned from a hard day's fighting, but they grabbed their food and ate rapidly, knowing that they would he required presently. The 14th Cavalry did not rise because they had been chasing the Zallach for a week, and were sore men, body and soul.