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Автор: Valentine Williams
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       Valentine Williams

      The Man with the Clubfoot

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664629395

       CHAPTER I

       I SEEK A BED IN ROTTERDAM

       CHAPTER II

       THE CIPHER WITH THE INVOICE

       CHAPTER III

       A VISITOR IN THE NIGHT

       CHAPTER IV

       DESTINY KNOCKS AT THE DOOR

       CHAPTER V

       THE LADY OF THE VOS IN'T TUINTJE

       CHAPTER VI

       I BOARD THE BERLIN TRAIN AND LEAVE A LAME GENTLEMAN ON THE PLATFORM

       CHAPTER VII

       IN WHICH A SILVER STAR ACTS AS A CHARM

       CHAPTER VIII

       I HEAR OF CLUBFOOT AND MEET HIS EMPLOYER

       CHAPTER IX

       I ENCOUNTER AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE WHO LEADS ME TO A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE

       CHAPTER X

       A GLASS OF WINE WITH CLUBFOOT

       CHAPTER XI

       MISS MARY PRENDERGAST RISKS HER REPUTATION

       CHAPTER XII

       HIS EXCELLENCY THE GENERAL IS WORRIED

       CHAPTER XIII

       I FIND ACHILLES IN HIS TENT

       CHAPTER XIV

       CLUBFOOT COMES TO HAASE'S

       CHAPTER XV

       THE WAITER AT THE CAFE REGINA

       CHAPTER XVI

       A HAND-CLASP BY THE RHINE

       CHAPTER XVII

       FRANCIS TAKES UP THE NARRATIVE

       CHAPTER XVIII

       I GO ON WITH THE STORY

       CHAPTER XIX

       WE HAVE A RECKONING WITH CLUBFOOT

       CHAPTER XX

       CHARLEMAGNE'S RIDE

       CHAPTER XXI

       RED TABS EXPLAINS

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      The reception clerk looked up from the hotel register and shook his head firmly. "Very sorry, saire," he said, "not a bed in ze house." And he closed the book with a snap.

      Outside the rain came down heavens hard. Every one who came into the brightly lit hotel vestibule entered with a gush of water. I felt I would rather die than face the wind-swept streets of Rotterdam again.

      I turned once more to the clerk who was now busy at the key-rack.

      "Haven't you really a corner? I wouldn't mind where it was, as it is only for the night. Come now … "

      "Very sorry, saire. We have two gentlemen sleeping in ze bathrooms already. If you had reserved … " And he shrugged his shoulders and bent towards a visitor who was demanding his key.

      I turned away with rage in my heart. What a cursed fool I had been not to wire from Groningen! I had fully intended to, but the extraordinary conversation I had had with Dicky Allerton had put everything else out of my head. At every hotel I had tried it had been the same story—Cooman's, the Maas, the Grand, all were full even to the bathrooms. If I had