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The Deaves Affair - ebook
The Deaves Affair - ebook
„The Deaves Affair” by Hulbert Footner. A millionnaire family is attacked by a blackmailer. They will be ruined if he always succeeds. A young struggling artist in New York City Evan is engaged to protect the old man from the crowd and from their blunders. But he had to play the role of a detective to help this family to discover the romantically inclined mystery in this affair. Will he succeed?
Kategoria: | Kryminał |
Język: | Angielski |
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ISBN: | 978-83-8292-479-4 |
Rozmiar pliku: | 2,5 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
I. A PENNY CHANGE
II. A RICH MAN'S HOUSE
III. SNOOPING
IV. THE NEW LODGER
V. THE HAPPY LITTLE FAMILY
VI. THE LITTLE FELLOW IN GREY
VII. PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP
VIII. EVAN IS RE-ENGAGED
IX. THE COMPACT IS SMASHED
X. MAUD'S INTEREST
XI. THE STEAMBOAT ERNESTINA
XII. EVAN LOSES A ROUND
XIII. A LITTLE DETECTIVE WORK
XIV. NUMBER 11 VAN DORN STREET
XV. THE CLUB HOUSE
XVI. BACK TO EARTH
XVII. THE ERNESTINA AGAIN
XVIII. THE ACCIDENT
XIX. FOUR VISITS FROM GEORGE DEAVES
XX. THE BEGINNING OF THE NIGHT
XXI. LATER THAT NIGHT
XXII. TOWARDS MORNING
XXIII. SIMEON DEAVES TURNS PHILANTHROPIST
XXIV. CONCLUSION
POSTSCRIPTI. A PENNY CHANGE
EVAN WEIR’S pipe was foul; he threw it down with an exclamation of disgust. Its foulness was symbolic; everything was out of kilter. He looked at the picture he had been painting for a week–rotten! It was a still life; a broken jar and three books on a rag of Persian embroidery. Picking up his pen-knife he deliberately cut the canvas out of the stretcher, and setting a match to a corner of it, tossed it in the empty stove. He paced up and down the room wondering what the devil was the matter with him; he couldn’t work; he couldn’t read; his friends bored him; life was as flat as beer dregs.
His attic studio was lighted by a dormer window at a height convenient to receive his elbows on the sill. He came to a pause in that position morosely staring out on Washington Square basking in the summer morning sunshine. In some occult way the gilding on the green leaves stabbed at his breast and accused him of futility.
“What the deuce am I doing up here in this dusty garret painting bad pictures while the whole world is alive!” he thought.
He picked up his hat and went slowly down the three flights to the street. At the corner of the square he turned down Macdougall street into the Italian quarter.
This intimate thoroughfare was as crowded as a bee-hive. Happy, dirty, big-eyed children played in the gutters while their obese mothers squatted untidily on the stoops. No lack of the zest of life here. It shamed the pedestrian without cheering him.
“They haven’t much to live for,” he thought, “and they’re not complaining. Why can’t I take things as they come, as they do, without searching my soul?”
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