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Edgar Wallace Mysteries (Premium Collection of 20 Best Thriller Novels) The Four Just Men, The Mind of Mr. J. G. Reeder, The Daffodil Mystery, Angel of Terror, The Clue of the Twisted Candle, The Crimson Circle, The Man Who Knew, The Devil Man, The Iron Grip... von Wallace, Edgar (eBook)

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Edgar Wallace Mysteries (Premium Collection of 20 Best Thriller Novels)

This carefully crafted ebook: 'Edgar Wallace Mysteries (Premium Collection of 20 Best Thriller Novels)' is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Edgar Wallace (1875-1932) was an English writer. As well as journalism, Wallace wrote screen plays, poetry, historical non-fiction, 18 stage plays, 957 short stories and over 170 novels, 12 in 1929 alone. More than 160 films have been made of Wallace's work. Table of Contents: The Four Just Men The Mind of Mr. J. G. Reeder The Daffodil Mystery Angel of Terror The Clue of the Twisted Candle The Crimson Circle The Green Ribbon The Devil Man The Forger The Iron Grip The Twister The Secret House The Man Who Knew The Green Archer The Three Oak Mystery Penelope of the Polyantha The Flying Fifty-five The Clue of the Silver Key Captains of Souls The Man who Bought London

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Edgar Wallace Mysteries (Premium Collection of 20 Best Thriller Novels)

Chapter VIII
The Pocket-Book
Table of Contents
Final warning was brief and to the point:

We allow you until tomorrow evening to reconsider your position in the matter of the Aliens Extradition Bill. If by six o'clock no announcement is made in the afternoon newspapers of your withdrawing this measure we shall have no other course to pursue but to fulfil our promise. You will die at eight in the evening. We append for your enlightenment a concise table of the secret police arrangements made for your safety tomorrow. Farewell.
(Signed) FOUR JUST MEN

Sir Philip read this over without a tremor. He read too the slip of paper on which was written, in the strange foreign hand, the details that the police had not dared to put into writing.

"There is a leakage somewhere," he said, and the two anxious watchers saw that the face of their charge was grey and drawn.

"These details were known only to four," said the detective quietly, "and I'll stake my life that it was neither the Commissioner nor myself."

"Nor I!" said the private secretary emphatically.

Sir Philip shrugged his shoulders with a weary laugh.

"What does it matter? - they know," he exclaimed; "by what uncanny method they learnt the secret I neither know nor care. The question is, can I be adequately protected tomorrow night at eight o'clock?"

Falmouth shut his teeth.

"Either you'll come out of it alive or, by the Lord, they'll kill two," he said, and there was a gleam in his eye that spoke for his determination.

The news that yet another letter had reached the great statesman was on the streets at ten o'clock that night. It circulated through the clubs and theatres, and between the acts grave-faced men stood in the vestibules discussing Ramon's danger. The House of Commons was seething with excitement. In the hope that the Minister would come down, a strong House had gathered, but the members were disappointed, for it was evident soon after the dinner recess that Sir Philip had no intention of showing himself that night.

"Might I ask the right honourable the Prime Minister whether it is the intention of His Majesty's Government to proceed with the Aliens Extradition (Political Offences) Bill," asked the Radical Member for West Deptford, "and whether he has not considered, in view of the extraordinary conditions that this Bill has called into life, the advisability of postponing the introduction of this measure?"

The question was greeted with a chorus of 'hear-hears', and the Prime Minister rose slowly and turned an amused glance in the direction of the questioner.

"I know of no circumstance that is likely to prevent my right honourable friend, who is unfortunately not in his place tonight, from moving the second reading of the Bill tomorrow," he said, and sat down.

"What the devil was he grinning at?" grumbled West Deptford to a neighbour.

"He's deuced uncomfortable, is JK," said the other wisely, "deuced uncomfortable; a man in the Cabinet was telling me today that old JK has been feeling deuced uncomfortable. 'You mark my words,' he said, 'this Four Just Men business is making the Premier deuced uncomfortable,'" and the hon. member subsided to allow West Deptford to digest his neighbour's profundities.

"I've done my best to persuade Ramon to drop the Bill," the Premier was saying, "but he is adamant, and the pitiable thing is that he believes in his heart of hearts that these fellows intend keeping faith."

"It is monstrous," said the Colonial Secretary hotly; "it is inconceivable that such a state of affairs can last. Why, it strikes at the root of everything, it unbalances every adjustment of civilisation."

"It is a poetical idea," said the phlegmatic Premier, "and the standpoint of the Four is quite a logical one. Think of the enormous power for good or evil often vested in one man: a capita

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