The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale

The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale

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Excerpt: ...and the man was a thief, an outcast, a pariah, a prey upon society; but life to the Rat, too, had been sweet, and his murder was a hideous thing-and even such as the Rat might ask justice. Justice! It had been dirty work-miserable, dirty work, he had called it when he had thought the Rat alone involved-but now, thanks to the Tocsin, he knew it for what it really was, knew it for its damnable, hellish ingenuity, and its abominable, brutal callousness! Justice! Yes-but how? He began to move about the room, his mind for the moment diverted in an endeavour to reconstruct the scene as it must have been enacted here around him. The Rat had broken into the safe before eleven o'clock-that was obvious now. In fact, it was quite likely to have been much nearer ten! He had returned here and had been sitting there at the table, counting over his ill-gotten gains, perhaps, his back to the door, just as he sat now, and they had stolen in upon him. But where was the old woman? True, perhaps little, if any, noise had been made, and yet-Jimmie Dale, pausing on the threshold of the door, listened intently. One of the two rooms, whose doors he saw between this end room and the door opening into the store, must be hers, and if she were there, asleep, for instance, his ear was surely acute enough to catch, in the stillness that lay upon the house, the sound of breathing. But there was nothing. Under the mask, his brows drew together in a perplexed frown. And then suddenly he stood rigid, tense. Yes, there was a sound at last-and an ominous one! The front door leading into the store was being opened, came the scuffling of footsteps-and then a woman's voice, shrill, wailing: "W'en I come in not twenty minutes ago dere he was-dead. My Gawd-knifed he was! An' den I runs fer youse at de station. I gotta right ter cry, ain't I! He's my son, he is-ain't he! I gotta right-" "Keep quiet!" snapped a man's voice gruffly. "We've heard all that a dozen times...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 186g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236684869
  • 9781236684868