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Messengers of Evil Being a Further Account of the Lures and Devices of Fantmas

Messengers of Evil Being a Further Account of the Lures and Devices of Fantmas

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ISBN10: 1153811618
ISBN13: 9781153811613
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 186
Weight: 0.62
Height: 0.42 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
Excerpt: ...an extraordinary thing has happened to me which I cannot account for at all, which, nevertheless, makes me think, more than ever, that my poor brother is living, innocent, and kept prisoner, perhaps by those who compel him to accept the responsibility for all those horrible crimes you know about. To-day, whilst I was in Paris on business, some people, of whom I know nothing, I need hardly say, whom not a soul in the private boarding-house where I am saw, these persons entered my room! I found all my belongings turned upside down; my papers scattered over the floor, every drawer and trunk and box ransacked from top to bottom! You can guess how frightened I was. I do not think they had come to do me any personal harm, not even to rob me, for I had left my modest jewellery on the mantelpiece and found them still there: those who entered my room did not covet valuables. Then, why did they come? You are perhaps going to say that my imagination is playing me tricks!. Nevertheless, I assure you that I try to keep calm, but I cannot keep control of myself, and I am terribly afraid! I have just said that nothing was stolen from me; I think, however, it right to mention one strange coincidence. I was convinced that I had left, in a little red pocket-book, the list I spoke to you of, which had been retrieved at my brother's house on the day of Madame de Vibray's death. It was, as I have told you, written in green ink by a person whose handwriting I do not know. I can hardly tell why, but amidst all the disorders in my room I immediately searched for this list. The little pocket-book was on the floor amongst other papers, but the list was not to be found in it. Am I mistaken? Have I packed it in somewhere else, or, allowing for the fact that everything had been turned upside down, has this paper slipped among other papers, which would explain why I had not come across it again? In spite of myself, I must confess to you that the thieves, I fancy, had only one...