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The Angel of Terror - ebook
Conventional ideas of beauty are typically associate it with goodness and kindness. However, appearances can be deceptive. A classic mystery crime novel involving the evil deeds of one Jean Briggerland, a woman with all the outward angelic qualities imaginable but possessing an unspeakable evil nature, so lovely that none can see her guilt – even in connection with the most blatant crimes! Jean uses her criminal connection to climb to the heights of wealth and power, but lawyer Jack Glover may be the first to catch her in the act. Everyone is blinded by her charm and beauty, except for Jack, who knows the crimes she has committed. Can Jack Glover stop her? Like almost all of Wallace’s novels, it was an immediate bestseller.
| Kategoria: | Classic Literature |
| Język: | Angielski |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8148-095-6 |
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII
CHAPTER XXIII
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
CHAPTER XXVI
CHAPTER XXVII
CHAPTER XXVIII
CHAPTER XXIX
CHAPTER XXX
CHAPTER XXXI
CHAPTER XXXII
CHAPTER XXXIII
CHAPTER XXXIV
CHAPTER XXXV
CHAPTER XXXVI
CHAPTER XXXVII
CHAPTER XXXVIII
CHAPTER XXXIX
CHAPTER XL
CHAPTER XLICHAPTER I
The hush of the court, which had been broken when the foreman of the jury returned their verdict, was intensified as the Judge, with a quick glance over his pince-nez at the tall prisoner, marshalled his papers with the precision and method which old men display in tense moments such as these. He gathered them together, white paper and blue and buff and stacked them in a neat heap on a tiny ledge to the left of his desk. Then he took his pen and wrote a few words on a printed paper before him.
Another breathless pause and he groped beneath the desk and brought out a small square of black silk and carefully laid it over his white wig. Then he spoke:
“James Meredith, you have been convicted after a long and patient trial of the awful crime of wilful murder. With the verdict of the jury I am in complete agreement. There is little doubt, after hearing the evidence of the unfortunate lady to whom you were engaged, and whose evidence you attempted in the most brutal manner to refute, that, instigated by your jealousy, you shot Ferdinand Bulford. The evidence of Miss Briggerland that you had threatened this poor young man, and that you left her presence in a temper, is unshaken. By a terrible coincidence, Mr. Bulford was in the street outside your fiancée’s door when you left, and maddened by your insane jealousy, you shot him dead.
“To suggest, as you have through your counsel, that you called at Miss Briggerland’s that night to break off your engagement and that the interview was a mild one and unattended by recriminations is to suggest that this lady has deliberately committed perjury in order to swear away your life, and when to that disgraceful charge you produce a motive, namely that by your death or imprisonment Miss Briggerland, who is your cousin, would benefit to a considerable extent, you merely add to your infamy. Nobody who saw the young girl in the box, a pathetic, and if I may say, a beautiful figure, could accept for one moment your fantastic explanation.
“Who killed Ferdinand Bulford? A man without an enemy in the world. That tragedy cannot be explained away. It now only remains for me to pass the sentence which the law imposes. The jury’s recommendation to mercy will be forwarded to the proper quarter… “
He then proceeded to pass sentence of death, and the tall man in the dock listened without a muscle of his face moving.
So ended the great Berkeley Street Murder Trial, and when a few days later it was announced that the sentence of death had been commuted to one of penal servitude for life, there were newspapers and people who hinted at mistaken leniency and suggested that James Meredith would have been hanged if he were a poor man instead of being, as he was, the master of vast wealth.
“That’s that,” said Jack Glover between his teeth, as he came out of court with the eminent King’s Counsel who had defended his friend and client, “the little lady wins.”
His companion looked sideways at him and smiled.
“Honestly, Glover, do you believe that poor girl could do so dastardly a thing as lie about the man she loves?”
“She loves!” repeated Jack Glover witheringly.
“I think you are prejudiced,” said the counsel, shaking his head. “Personally, I believe that Meredith is a lunatic; I am satisfied that all he told us about the interview he had with the girl was born of a diseased imagination. I was terribly impressed when I saw Jean Briggerland in the box. She–by Jove, there is the lady!”
They had reached the entrance of the Court. A big car was standing by the kerb and one of the attendants was holding open the door for a girl dressed in black. They had a glimpse of a pale, sad face of extraordinary beauty, and then she disappeared behind the drawn blinds.
The counsel drew a long sigh.
“Mad!” he said huskily. “He must be mad! If ever I saw a pure soul in a woman’s face, it is in hers!”
“You’ve been in the sun, Sir John–you’re getting sentimental,” said Jack Glover brutally, and the eminent lawyer choked indignantly.
Jack Glover had a trick of saying rude things to his friends, even when those friends were twenty years his senior, and by every rule of professional etiquette entitled to respectful treatment.
“Really!” said the outraged Sir John. “There are times, Glover, when you are insufferable!”
But by this time Jack Glover was swinging along the Old Bailey, his hands in his pockets, his silk hat on the back of his head.
He found the grey-haired senior member of the firm of Rennett, Glover and Simpson (there had been no Simpson in the firm for ten years) on the point of going home.
Mr. Rennett sat down at the sight of his junior.
“I heard the news by ‘phone,” he said. “Ellbery says there is no ground for appeal, but I think the recommendation to mercy will save his life–besides it is a crime passionelle, and they don’t hang for homicidal jealousy. I suppose it was the girl’s evidence that turned the trick?”
Jack nodded.
“And she looked like an angel just out of the refrigerator,” he said despairingly. “Ellbery did his poor best to shake her, but the old fool is half in love with her–I left him raving about her pure soul and her other celestial etceteras.”
Mr. Rennett stroked his iron grey beard.
“She’s won,” he said, but the other turned on him with a snarl.
“Not yet!” he said almost harshly. “She hasn’t won till Jimmy Meredith is dead or–”
“Or–?” repeated his partner significantly. “That ‘or’ won’t come off, Jack. He’ll get a life sentence as sure as ‘eggs is eggs.’ I’d go a long way to help Jimmy; I’d risk my practice and my name.”
Jack Glover looked at his partner in astonishment.
“You old sportsman!” he said admiringly. “I didn’t know you were so fond of Jimmy?”
Mr. Rennett got up and began pulling on his gloves. He seemed a little uncomfortable at the sensation he had created.
“His father was my first client,” he said apologetically. “One of the best fellows that ever lived. He married late in life, that was why he was such a crank over the question of marriage. You might say that old Meredith founded our firm. Your father and Simpson and I were nearly at our last gasp when Meredith gave us his business. That was our turning point. Your father–God rest him–was never tired of talking about it. I wonder he never told you.”
“I think he did,” said Jack thoughtfully. “And you really would go a long way–Rennett–I mean, to help Jim Meredith?”
“All the way,” said old Rennett shortly.
Jack Glover began whistling a long lugubrious tune.
“I’m seeing the old boy to-morrow,” he said. “By the way, Rennett, did you see that a fellow had been released from prison to a nursing home for a minor operation the other day? There was a question asked in Parliament about it. Is it usual?”
“It can be arranged,” said Rennett. “Why?”
“Do you think in a few months’ time we could get Jim Meredith into a nursing home for–say an appendix operation?”
“Has he appendicitis?” asked the other in surprise.
“He can fake it,” said Jack calmly. “It’s the easiest thing in the world to fake.”
Rennett looked at the other under his heavy eyebrows.
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CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII
CHAPTER XXIII
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
CHAPTER XXVI
CHAPTER XXVII
CHAPTER XXVIII
CHAPTER XXIX
CHAPTER XXX
CHAPTER XXXI
CHAPTER XXXII
CHAPTER XXXIII
CHAPTER XXXIV
CHAPTER XXXV
CHAPTER XXXVI
CHAPTER XXXVII
CHAPTER XXXVIII
CHAPTER XXXIX
CHAPTER XL
CHAPTER XLICHAPTER I
The hush of the court, which had been broken when the foreman of the jury returned their verdict, was intensified as the Judge, with a quick glance over his pince-nez at the tall prisoner, marshalled his papers with the precision and method which old men display in tense moments such as these. He gathered them together, white paper and blue and buff and stacked them in a neat heap on a tiny ledge to the left of his desk. Then he took his pen and wrote a few words on a printed paper before him.
Another breathless pause and he groped beneath the desk and brought out a small square of black silk and carefully laid it over his white wig. Then he spoke:
“James Meredith, you have been convicted after a long and patient trial of the awful crime of wilful murder. With the verdict of the jury I am in complete agreement. There is little doubt, after hearing the evidence of the unfortunate lady to whom you were engaged, and whose evidence you attempted in the most brutal manner to refute, that, instigated by your jealousy, you shot Ferdinand Bulford. The evidence of Miss Briggerland that you had threatened this poor young man, and that you left her presence in a temper, is unshaken. By a terrible coincidence, Mr. Bulford was in the street outside your fiancée’s door when you left, and maddened by your insane jealousy, you shot him dead.
“To suggest, as you have through your counsel, that you called at Miss Briggerland’s that night to break off your engagement and that the interview was a mild one and unattended by recriminations is to suggest that this lady has deliberately committed perjury in order to swear away your life, and when to that disgraceful charge you produce a motive, namely that by your death or imprisonment Miss Briggerland, who is your cousin, would benefit to a considerable extent, you merely add to your infamy. Nobody who saw the young girl in the box, a pathetic, and if I may say, a beautiful figure, could accept for one moment your fantastic explanation.
“Who killed Ferdinand Bulford? A man without an enemy in the world. That tragedy cannot be explained away. It now only remains for me to pass the sentence which the law imposes. The jury’s recommendation to mercy will be forwarded to the proper quarter… “
He then proceeded to pass sentence of death, and the tall man in the dock listened without a muscle of his face moving.
So ended the great Berkeley Street Murder Trial, and when a few days later it was announced that the sentence of death had been commuted to one of penal servitude for life, there were newspapers and people who hinted at mistaken leniency and suggested that James Meredith would have been hanged if he were a poor man instead of being, as he was, the master of vast wealth.
“That’s that,” said Jack Glover between his teeth, as he came out of court with the eminent King’s Counsel who had defended his friend and client, “the little lady wins.”
His companion looked sideways at him and smiled.
“Honestly, Glover, do you believe that poor girl could do so dastardly a thing as lie about the man she loves?”
“She loves!” repeated Jack Glover witheringly.
“I think you are prejudiced,” said the counsel, shaking his head. “Personally, I believe that Meredith is a lunatic; I am satisfied that all he told us about the interview he had with the girl was born of a diseased imagination. I was terribly impressed when I saw Jean Briggerland in the box. She–by Jove, there is the lady!”
They had reached the entrance of the Court. A big car was standing by the kerb and one of the attendants was holding open the door for a girl dressed in black. They had a glimpse of a pale, sad face of extraordinary beauty, and then she disappeared behind the drawn blinds.
The counsel drew a long sigh.
“Mad!” he said huskily. “He must be mad! If ever I saw a pure soul in a woman’s face, it is in hers!”
“You’ve been in the sun, Sir John–you’re getting sentimental,” said Jack Glover brutally, and the eminent lawyer choked indignantly.
Jack Glover had a trick of saying rude things to his friends, even when those friends were twenty years his senior, and by every rule of professional etiquette entitled to respectful treatment.
“Really!” said the outraged Sir John. “There are times, Glover, when you are insufferable!”
But by this time Jack Glover was swinging along the Old Bailey, his hands in his pockets, his silk hat on the back of his head.
He found the grey-haired senior member of the firm of Rennett, Glover and Simpson (there had been no Simpson in the firm for ten years) on the point of going home.
Mr. Rennett sat down at the sight of his junior.
“I heard the news by ‘phone,” he said. “Ellbery says there is no ground for appeal, but I think the recommendation to mercy will save his life–besides it is a crime passionelle, and they don’t hang for homicidal jealousy. I suppose it was the girl’s evidence that turned the trick?”
Jack nodded.
“And she looked like an angel just out of the refrigerator,” he said despairingly. “Ellbery did his poor best to shake her, but the old fool is half in love with her–I left him raving about her pure soul and her other celestial etceteras.”
Mr. Rennett stroked his iron grey beard.
“She’s won,” he said, but the other turned on him with a snarl.
“Not yet!” he said almost harshly. “She hasn’t won till Jimmy Meredith is dead or–”
“Or–?” repeated his partner significantly. “That ‘or’ won’t come off, Jack. He’ll get a life sentence as sure as ‘eggs is eggs.’ I’d go a long way to help Jimmy; I’d risk my practice and my name.”
Jack Glover looked at his partner in astonishment.
“You old sportsman!” he said admiringly. “I didn’t know you were so fond of Jimmy?”
Mr. Rennett got up and began pulling on his gloves. He seemed a little uncomfortable at the sensation he had created.
“His father was my first client,” he said apologetically. “One of the best fellows that ever lived. He married late in life, that was why he was such a crank over the question of marriage. You might say that old Meredith founded our firm. Your father and Simpson and I were nearly at our last gasp when Meredith gave us his business. That was our turning point. Your father–God rest him–was never tired of talking about it. I wonder he never told you.”
“I think he did,” said Jack thoughtfully. “And you really would go a long way–Rennett–I mean, to help Jim Meredith?”
“All the way,” said old Rennett shortly.
Jack Glover began whistling a long lugubrious tune.
“I’m seeing the old boy to-morrow,” he said. “By the way, Rennett, did you see that a fellow had been released from prison to a nursing home for a minor operation the other day? There was a question asked in Parliament about it. Is it usual?”
“It can be arranged,” said Rennett. “Why?”
“Do you think in a few months’ time we could get Jim Meredith into a nursing home for–say an appendix operation?”
“Has he appendicitis?” asked the other in surprise.
“He can fake it,” said Jack calmly. “It’s the easiest thing in the world to fake.”
Rennett looked at the other under his heavy eyebrows.
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