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The Complete Works of Edgar Wallace The ultimate collections of mystery & detective thrillers from the prolific English crime writer, featuring Novels, Stories, Historical Works and True Crime Accounts von Wallace, Edgar (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 20.07.2015
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The Complete Works of Edgar Wallace

This carefully crafted ebook: 'The Complete Works of Edgar Wallace' is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Contents: Edgar Wallace - Each Way (Biography) Screenplay: King Kong African Novels: Sanders of the River The People of the River The River of Stars Bosambo of the River Bones The Keepers of the King's Peace Lieutenant Bones Bones in London Sandi the Kingmaker Bones of the River Sanders Again Sanders P.-C. Lee Series Four Just Men Series: The Four Just Men The Council of Justice The Just Men of Cordova The Law of the Four Just Men The Three Just Men Again the Three Just Men The Earl of Nowhere Series Mr. J. G. Reeder Series: Room 13 The Mind of Mr. J. G. Reeder Terror Keep Red Aces The Guv'nor and Other Short Stories Detective Sgt. Elk Series: The Nine Bears Silinski - Master Criminal The Fellowship of the Frog The Joker The Twister The India-Rubber Men White Face Educated Evans Series: Educated Evans More Educated Evans Good Evans Smithy Series: Smithy Army Reform Opinions of Private Smith Smithy Aboard Smithy and the Hun Nobby or Smithy's Friend Nobby Smithy, Nobby & Co. True Crime Stories The Secret of the Moat Farm The Murder on Yarmouth Sands The Great Bank of England Frauds The Trial of the Seddons Herbert Armstrong - Poisoner The Suburban Lothario Crime Novels: Angel Esquire The Fourth Plague or Red Hand Grey Timothy or Pallard the Punter The Man who Bought London The Melody of Death A Debt Discharged The Tomb of T'Sin The Secret House The Clue of the Twisted Candle Down under Donovan The Man who Knew The Green Rust Kate Plus Ten The Daffodil Murder Jack O'Judgment The Angel of Terror The Crimson Circle Take-A-Chance Anderson The Valley of Ghosts Captains of Souls The Clue of the New Pin The Green Archer The Missing Million The Croakers Double Dan The Face in the Night The Sinister Man The Three Oak Mystery The Blue Hand or Beyond Recall The Daughters of the Night The Ringer ...


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    Erscheinungsdatum: 20.07.2015
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9788026840725
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The Complete Works of Edgar Wallace

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In October, 1931, I sat with Edgar Wallace in his suite at the Metropole Hotel, Blackpool, which constituency he was fighting in the Liberal interest.

In furtherance of his candidature I was producing a bi-weekly publication, Wallace's Blackpool Banner, and we were discussing the layout.

"By the way," I said, "can you suggest another title for this article? I'm tired of writing 'Edgar Wallace, by Robert Curtis'."

Wallace considered for a second.

"Call it 'Edgar Wallace, by the Man who Knows Him Best'," he said.

And that is my justification, if any be needed, for this volume.
Chapter One
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Edgar Wallace did not write his most thrilling story; he lived it.

From the time when, as a ragged boy, he played truant from school and stood on the kerb outside the Press Club, selling newspapers in an effort to secure financial support for his love of ginger-beer, theatre galleries and "Devona" toffee, up to the time when, as Chairman of the Club, he entertained earls at lunch and drank his champagne from a pint tankard - it was one of the rare occasions when he would drink anything alcoholic - his life was a succession of episodes more thrilling than any serial story that came from his pen. I have often thought that if he had written the true story of his life as a novel, the public would have decided that his imagination had run away with him, and would have refused to swallow it.

"It is impossible not to be thrilled by Edgar Wallace." They print that across the jackets of some of his novels. It is, no doubt, as regards his stories, one of those permissible exaggerations which a publisher may utter without a qualm. There must exist a small number of people who cannot read Edgar Wallace's stories at all; there are doubtless others who read them and are not thrilled; there are, I know, some who devour them in secret and contemptuously decry them in public.

I once met a man - he was a well-known barrister, who must, I think, have been getting into training for a seat on the Bench - who asked me, with a very promising effort at judicial innocence: "Who is Edgar Wallace?"

I told him, with equal innocence, that he was the owner of the Wallace collection, and I am afraid he disbelieved me. But while I had been awaiting him in his chambers, I had counted seven of Wallace's novels among his law books, and I happened to know that on the first night of Wallace's last play the eminent counsel had been in the stalls - with a complimentary ticket. There are many like him.

But though there may be people who find it possible not to be thrilled by reading Wallace's stories, I do not believe there exists a person so phlegmatic, or so blasé, or so completely insulated against the shocks of this mortal coil as to be in close contact with Wallace, for a few days, as I was for many years, without coming to realise the full meaning of the word "thrill". Life within the orbit of Edgar Wallace was a rapid succession of high-powered thrills. During the years of my association with him I did many things - most things - with Wallace. I worked with him, lazed with him, went racing with him, travelled with him, spent money, lost money, made money with him; was broke with him and racked my brains for a likely means of raising the next five pounds; succeeded, failed, laughed, grieved, even grew stout with him - to our common sorrow. But in all the years of our friendship there was one experience which, though I sometimes sighed for it, never came my way: I was never dull with him.

Life to Wallace was all thrills. He loved living. I have heard him say that he never awoke in the morning without thanking God that he was alive. Everything that was happening in the world was of intense interest to him. He saw drama all around him, revelled in being in the midst of it, and wa

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