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Sax Rohmer

  • World’s Constant Orphan

    The Orchard of TearsSax Rohmer “You are so near to my heart day and night that I seem to have you always in my arms.” He spoke softly, his lips very close to Yvonne’s; her golden hair brushed his forehead. “You are the music to which I write the words. The memory of your lightest Continue reading

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  • Outshine the Glittering Sun

    The Quest of the Sacred SlipperSax Rohmer There was nothing of the bully about him, nothing melodramatic; but I took off the coat without demur and threw it across to him. “It will hide the stump,” he said grimly; “and any of the Hashishin gentlemen who may be on the lookout–though I rather fancy the Continue reading

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  • No One Will Hear This Song

    Bat WingSax Rohmer The moon, like a silver mirror, hung in a cloudless sky. Over an hour had elapsed since I had heard Pedro making his nightly rounds. Nothing whatever of an unusual nature had occurred, and although Harley and I had listened for any sound of nocturnal footsteps, our vigilance had passed unrewarded. Harley, Continue reading

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  • Flame in a Slow Dance

    Fire-TongueSax Rohmer “Something to do with a parcel which he sent away from here to the analyst?” “Yes! I have been wondering whatever it could be. In fact, I rang up his office this morning, but learned that he was out. It was a serviette which he took away. Did you know that?” “I did Continue reading

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  • Dave’s Not Here

    DopeSax Rohmer “I will try, Lucy,” she promised. “I will go to Margaret halley, as she is always asking me to do” “Good girl,” said Pyne quietly. “It is just a question of making the effort, Rita. You will succeed, with Margaret’s help.” A short time later Sir Lucien left England, but throughout the last Continue reading

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  • Has One Thing in Common Too

    The Sins of Séverac BablonSax Rohmer Dulwich Village was reached at last, and the cab was drawn up on a corner bearing a signpost. “Which house did you want, miss?” “I want Laurel Cottage.” The taxi-man scratched his head. “You see, some of the houses in the village aren’t numbered,” he said; “and I don’t know Continue reading

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  • Forget It, Jake

    Tales of ChinatownSax Rohmer His knees were drawn up to his chin, and his head so compressed upon them that little of his features could be seen. “It is Kwen Lung!” murmered Ma Lorenzo, standing with clasped hands and wild eyes over by the window. “Kwen Lung–and I amglad he is dead!” Such a note Continue reading

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  • Made of Mud-Pie Brick

    Brood of The Witch-QueenSax Rohmer A fitful light played through the darkness, and seemed to dance upon a curtain draped behind the sarcophagus, picking out diamond points. The dreamer groped in the mental chaos of his mind, and found a clue to the meaning of this. The diamond points were the eyes of thousands of Continue reading

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  • That Straight Fire

    The Yellow ClawSax Rohmer He wore, in addition to a graceful cloak, which was lined with silk of cardinal red, a soft black hat, rather wide brimmed and dented in a highly artistic manner, and irreproachable evening clothes; his linen was immaculate; and no valet in London could have surpassed the perfect knotting of his Continue reading

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  • Lighter Now I Met You

    The Green Eyes of BâstSax Rohmer If the sound of his voice had startled me, its effect upon my visitor was truly singular. Taking a swift step towards me, she grasped my arm with her strangely slender gloved hand. Now that she stood so close to me, I realized that she was even taller than Continue reading

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