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قراءة كتاب The Green Eyes of Bâst
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THE GREEN EYES
OF BÂST
BY SAX ROHMER
AUTHOR OF
"The Golden Scorpion," "Dope," "The Hand of Fu-Manchu," "The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu,"
"The Return of Fu-Manchu," "Tales of Secret Egypt," "The Yellow Claw,"
"The Quest of the Sacred Slipper," etc.
A.L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers New York
Published by arrangement with Robert M. McBride & Co.
Copyright, 1920, by
ROBERT M. MCBRIDE & Co.
Printed in the
United States of America
CONTENTS
- I SEE THE EYES
- THE SIGN OF THE CAT
- THE GREEN IMAGE
- ISOBEL
- THE INTERRUPTED SUPPER
- THE VOICE
- THE CAT OF BUBASTIS
- MY VISITOR
- THE VELVET CURTAIN
- "HANGING EVIDENCE"
- THE SCARED MAN
- I DREAM OF GREEN EYES
- DR. DAMAR GREEFE
- THE BLACK DOCTOR
- I RECEIVE VISITORS
- THE GOLDEN CAT
- THE NUBIAN MUTE
- THE SECRET OF FRIAR'S PARK
- THE MAN ON THE TOWER
- GATTON'S STORY
- IN LONDON AGAIN
- THE GRAY MIST
- THE INEVITABLE
- A CONFERENCE--INTERRUPTED
- STATEMENT OF DR. DAMAR GREEFE, M.D.
- STATAEMENT OF DR. DAMAR GREEFE (CONTINUED)
- STATEMENT OF DR. DAMAR GREEFE (CONCLUDED)
- THE CLAWS OF THE CAT
- AN AFTERWARD
CHAPTER I
I SEE THE EYES
"Good evening, sir. A bit gusty?"
"Very much so, sergeant," I replied. "I think I will step into your hut for a moment and light my pipe if I may."
"Certainly, sir. Matches are too scarce nowadays to take risks with 'em. But it looks as if the storm had blown over."
"I'm not sorry," said I, entering the little hut like a sentry-box which stands at the entrance to this old village high street for accommodation of the officer on point duty at that spot. "I have a longish walk before me."
"Yes. Your place is right off the beat, isn't it?" mused my acquaintance, as sheltered from the keen wind I began to load my briar. "Very inconvenient I've always thought it for a gentleman who gets about as much as you do."
"That's why I like it," I explained. "If I lived anywhere accessible I should never get a moment's peace, you see. At the same time I have to be within an hour's journey of Fleet Street."
I often stopped for a chat at this point and I was acquainted with most of the men of P. division on whom the duty devolved from time to time. It was a lonely spot at night when the residents in the neighborhood had retired, so that the darkened houses seemed to withdraw yet farther into the gardens separating them from the highroad. A relic of the days when trains and motor-buses were not, dusk restored something of an old-world atmosphere to the village street, disguising the red brick and stucco which in many cases had displaced the half-timbered houses of the past. Yet it was possible in still weather to hear the muted bombilation of the sleepless city and when the wind was in the north to count the hammer-strokes of the great bell of St. Paul's.
Standing in the shelter of the little hut, I listened to the rain dripping from over-reaching branches and to the gurgling of a turgid little stream which flowed along the gutter near my feet whilst now and again swift gusts of the expiring tempest would set tossing the branches of