The Green Eyes of Bâst. Sax Rohmer

The Green Eyes of Bâst - Sax  Rohmer


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       Sax Rohmer

      The Green Eyes of Bâst

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664643520

       CHAPTER I I SEE THE EYES

       CHAPTER II THE SIGN OF THE CAT

       CHAPTER III THE GREEN IMAGE

       CHAPTER IV ISOBEL

       CHAPTER V THE INTERRUPTED SUPPER

       CHAPTER VI THE VOICE

       CHAPTER VII THE CAT OF BUBASTIS

       CHAPTER VIII MY VISITOR

       CHAPTER IX THE VELVET CURTAIN

       CHAPTER X "HANGING EVIDENCE"

       CHAPTER XI THE SCARRED MAN

       CHAPTER XII I DREAM OF GREEN EYES

       CHAPTER XIII DR. DAMAR GREEFE

       CHAPTER XIV THE BLACK DOCTOR

       CHAPTER XV I RECEIVE VISITORS

       CHAPTER XVI THE GOLDEN CAT

       CHAPTER XVII THE NUBIAN MUTE

       CHAPTER XVIII THE SECRET OF FRIAR'S PARK

       CHAPTER XIX THE MAN ON THE TOWER

       CHAPTER XX GATTON'S STORY

       CHAPTER XXI IN LONDON AGAIN

       CHAPTER XXII THE GRAY MIST

       CHAPTER XXIII THE INEVITABLE

       CHAPTER XXIV A CONFERENCE--INTERRUPTED

       CHAPTER XXV STATEMENT OF DAMAR GREEFE, M.D.

       CHAPTER XXVI STATEMENT OF DR. DAMAR GREEFE (CONTINUED)

       CHAPTER XXVII STATEMENT OF DR. DAMAR GREEFE (CONCLUDED)

       CHAPTER XXVIII THE CLAWS OF THE CAT

       CHAPTER XXIX AN AFTERWORD

       THE END

       I SEE THE EYES

       Table of Contents

      "Good evening, sir. A bit gusty?"

      "Very much so, sergeant," I replied. "I think I will step into your hut for a moment and light my pipe if I may."

      "Certainly, sir. Matches are too scarce nowadays to take risks with 'em. But it looks as if the storm had blown over."

      "I'm not sorry," said I, entering the little hut like a sentry-box which stands at the entrance to this old village high street for accommodation of the officer on point duty at that spot. "I have a longish walk before me."

      "Yes. Your place is right off the beat, isn't it?" mused my acquaintance, as sheltered from the keen wind I began to load my briar. "Very inconvenient I've always thought it for a gentleman who gets about as much as you do."

      "That's why I like it," I explained. "If I lived anywhere accessible I should never get a moment's peace, you see. At the same time I have to be within an hour's journey of Fleet Street."

      I often stopped for a chat at this point and I was acquainted with most of the men of P. division on whom the duty devolved from time to time. It was a lonely spot at night when the residents in the neighborhood had retired, so that the darkened houses seemed to withdraw yet farther into the gardens separating them from the highroad. A relic of the days when trains and motor-buses were not, dusk restored something of an old-world atmosphere to the village street, disguising the red brick and stucco which in many cases had displaced the half-timbered houses of the past. Yet it was possible in still weather to hear the muted bombilation of the sleepless city and when the wind was in the north to count the hammer-strokes of the great bell of St. Paul's.

      Standing in the shelter of the little hut, I listened to the rain dripping from over-reaching branches and to the gurgling of a turgid little stream which flowed along the gutter near my feet whilst now and again swift gusts of the expiring tempest would set tossing the branches of the trees which lined the way.

      "It's much cooler to-night," said the sergeant.

      I nodded, being in the act of lighting my pipe. The storm had interrupted a spell of that tropical weather which sometimes in July and August brings the breath of Africa to London, and this coolness resulting from the storm was very welcome. Then:

      "Well, good night," I said, and was about to pursue my way when the telephone bell in the police-hut rang sharply.

      "Hullo," called the sergeant.

      I paused, idly curious concerning the message, and:

      "The Red House," continued the sergeant, "in College Road? Yes, I know it. It's on Bolton's beat, and he is due here now. Very good; I'll tell him."

      He hung up the receiver and, turning to me, smiled and nodded his head resignedly.


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