Tangled Trails (Western Murder Mystery). William MacLeod Raine
William MacLeod Raine
Tangled Trails (Western Murder Mystery)
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2020 OK Publishing
EAN 4064066385965
Table of Contents
Chapter II. Wild Rose Takes the Dust
Chapter III. For the Championship of the World
Chapter IV. Not Always Two to Make a Quarrel
Chapter VIII. By Means of the Fire Escape
Chapter IX. The Story in the "News"
Chapter X. Kirby Asks a Direct Question
Chapter XI. The Coroner's Inquest
Chapter XIII. "Always, Phyllis"
Chapter XV. A Glove and the Hand in It
Chapter XVI. The Lady with the Violet Perfume
Chapter XVIII. "Burnin' a Hole in My Pocket"
Chapter XXI. James Loses His Temper
Chapter XXII. "Are You With Me or Against Me?"
Chapter XXIII. Cousins Disagree
Chapter XXIV. Reverend Nicodemus Rankin Forgets and Remembers
Chapter XXV. A Conference of Three
Chapter XXVII. The Detective Gets Two Surprises
Chapter XXVIII. The Finger of Suspicion Points
Chapter XXIX. "Come Clean, Jack"
Chapter XXX. Kirby Makes a Call
Chapter XXXI. The Mask of the Red Bandanna
Chapter XXXII. Jack Takes Off His Coat
Chapter XXXIII. Olson Tells a Story
Chapter XXXIV. From the Fire Escape
Chapter XXXV. Like a Thief in the Night
Chapter XXXVI. A Ride in a Taxi
Chapter XXXVIII. A Full Morning
Chapter XXXIX. Kirby Invites Himself to a Ride
Chapter XL. The Mills of the Gods
Chapter I
No Altruist
Esther McLean brought the afternoon mail in to Cunningham. She put it on the desk before him and stood waiting, timidly, afraid to voice her demand for justice, yet too desperately anxious to leave with it unspoken.
He leaned back in his swivel chair, his cold eyes challenging her.
"Well," he barked harshly.
She was a young, soft creature, very pretty in a kittenish fashion, both sensuous and helpless. It was an easy guess that unless fortune stood her friend she was a predestined victim to the world's selfish love of pleasure, and fortune, with a cynical smile, had stood aside and let her go her way.
"I . . . I . . ." A wave of color flooded her face. She twisted a rag of a handkerchief into a hard wadded knot.
"Spit it out," he ordered curtly.
"I've