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      Sax Rohmer

      THE YELLOW CLAW

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      Inhaltsverzeichnis

       Titel

       THE LADY OF THE CIVET FURS

       MIDNIGHT AND MR. KING

       INSPECTOR DUNBAR TAKES CHARGE

       A WINDOW IS OPENED

       DOCTORS DIFFER

       AT SCOTLAND YARD

       THE MAN IN THE LIMOUSINE

       CABMAN TWO

       THE MAN IN BLACK

       THE GREAT UNDERSTANDING

       PRESENTING M. GASTON MAX

       MR. GIANAPOLIS

       THE DRAFT ON PARIS

       EAST 18642

       CAVE OF THE GOLDEN DRAGON

       HO-PIN'S CATACOMBS

       KAN-SUH CONCESSIONS

       THE WORLD ABOVE

       THE LIVING DEAD

       ABRAHAM LEVINSKY BUTTS IN

       THE STUDIO IN SOHO

       M. MAX MOUNTS CAGLIOSTRO'S STAIRCASE

       RAID IN THE RUE ST. CLAUDE

       OPIUM

       FATE'S SHUTTLECOCK

       “OUR LADY OF THE POPPIES”

       GROVE OF A MILLION APES

       THE OPIUM AGENT

       M. MAX OF LONDON AND M. MAX OF PARIS

       MAHARA

       MUSK AND ROSES

       BLUE BLINDS

       LOGIC VS. INTUITION

       M. MAX REPORTS PROGRESS

       TRACKER TRACKED

       IN DUNBAR'S ROOM

       THE WHISTLE

       THE SECRET TRAPS

       THE LABYRINTH

       DAWN AT THE NORE

       WESTMINSTER--MIDNIGHT

       Impressum neobooks

      THE LADY OF THE CIVET FURS

      The Yellow Claw

      Author: Sax Rohmer

      Henry Leroux wrote busily on. The light of the table-lamp, softened and

      enriched by its mosaic shade, gave an appearance of added opulence to

      the already handsome appointments of the room. The little table-clock

      ticked merrily from half-past eleven to a quarter to twelve.

      Into the cozy, bookish atmosphere of the novelist's study penetrated the

      muffled chime of Big Ben; it chimed the three-quarters. But, with his

      mind centered upon his work, Leroux wrote on ceaselessly.

      An odd figure of a man was this popular novelist, with patchy and

      untidy hair which lessened the otherwise striking contour of his brow.

      A neglected and unpicturesque figure, in a baggy, neutral-colored

      dressing-gown; a figure more fitted to a garret than to this spacious,

      luxurious workroom, with the soft light playing upon rank after rank

      of rare and costly editions, deepening the tones in the Persian carpet,

      making red morocco more red, purifying the vellum and regilding the

      gold of the choice bindings, caressing lovingly the busts and statuettes

      surmounting the book-shelves, and twinkling upon the scantily-covered

      crown of Henry Leroux. The door bell rang.

      Leroux, heedless of external matters, pursued his work. But the door

      bell rang again and