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Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace was born on the 1st April 1875 in Greenwich, London. Leaving school at 12 because of truancy, by the age of fifteen he had experience; selling newspapers, as a worker in a rubber factory, as a shoe shop assistant, as a milk delivery boy and as a ship’s cook. By 1894 he was engaged but broke it off to join the Infantry being posted to South Africa. He also changed his name to Edgar Wallace which he took from Lew Wallace, the author of Ben-Hur. In Cape Town in 1898 he met Rudyard Kipling and was inspired to begin writing. His first collection of ballads, The Mission that Failed! was enough of a success that in 1899 he paid his way out of the armed forces in order to turn to writing full time. By 1904 he had completed his first thriller, The Four Just Men. Since nobody would publish it he resorted to setting up his own publishing company which he called Tallis Press. In 1911 his Congolese stories were published in a collection called Sanders of the River, which became a bestseller. He also started his own racing papers, Bibury’s and R. E. Walton’s Weekly, eventually buying his own racehorses and losing thousands gambling. A life of exceptionally high income was also mirrored with exceptionally large spending and debts. Wallace now began to take his career as a fiction writer more seriously, signing with Hodder and Stoughton in 1921. He was marketed as the ‘King of Thrillers’ and they gave him the trademark image of a trilby, a cigarette holder and a yellow Rolls Royce. He was truly prolific, capable not only of producing a 70,000 word novel in three days but of doing three novels in a row in such a manner. It was in, estimating that by 1928 one in four books being read was written by Wallace, for alongside his famous thrillers he wrote variously in other genres, including science fiction, non-fiction accounts of WWI which amounted to ten volumes and screen plays. Eventually he would reach the remarkable total of 170 novels, 18 stage plays and 957 short stories. Wallace became chairman of the Press Club which to this day holds an annual Edgar Wallace Award, rewarding ‘excellence in writing’. Diagnosed with diabetes his health deteriorated and he soon entered a coma and died of his condition and double pneumonia on the 7th of February 1932 in North Maple Drive, Beverly Hills. He was buried near his home in England at Chalklands, Bourne End, in Buckinghamshire.
Edgar Wallace
Edgar Wallace (1875-1932) was a London-born writer who rose to prominence during the early twentieth century. With a background in journalism, he excelled at crime fiction with a series of detective thrillers following characters J.G. Reeder and Detective Sgt. (Inspector) Elk. Wallace is known for his extensive literary work, which has been adapted across multiple mediums, including over 160 films. His most notable contribution to cinema was the novelization and early screenplay for 1933’s King Kong.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Four Just Men is a mystery by Edgar Wallace, one of the most popular writers in England in the early 20th century. The self-named Four Just Men are vigilantes of a sort, traveling to various parts of the world to correct what they perceive as slights to justice. They are in the business of righting wrongs, fatally so.In the particular tale told by Wallace they are acting atypically. They are proclaiming their intent publically and being pro-active, i.e. they threaten to commit an act of murder on a certain high minister in the British government, should the government pursue what they perceive to be an unjust course of action.As Wallace's tale unfolds we see the history of the Four Just Men emerge and begin to understand the motives for their actions. Cases of curious deaths now find that there is a thread linking them. That the Four Just Men are murderers is not in doubt, but the cases in which they have acted to appear to be egregious miscarriages of justice. Perhaps there is a just purpose in their course of action.Wallace's tale is well-told. There is a steady level of suspense but crafted in such a way as to be reasonably plausible. The outcome is never clear until the tale's very end. And you'll have to read for yourself, because it is too good to give away in a review!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Wallace frct ig success as a writre, about a group of men who take it upon themselves to might out what they regard as justice
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5'The Four Just Men' of the title are a criminal group that only kill their victims under strict rules. Those who commit crimes,which are perhaps not seen as crimes by all,are their prey. They work under the most stringent codes of conduct such as delivering a number of warnings that if their crimes or conduct is changed,then the death threats will be removed.The British Foreign Secretary intends to pass a Bill which is thought by many to be flawed and which will do much harm. The Just Men give him his warnings which he intends to ignore although he is badly frightened.Edgar Wallace has once more given us a superb thriller of the 'Locked Room' type. An excellent read and one in which the Just Men excel.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Interesting twist to the mystery format - the book starts with the "4 just men" (vigilantes) planning the death of English minister Ramon and the murder doesn't occur until almost the very end.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Really rather tedious. Sadly this novel hasn't aged well.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5THE FOUR JUST MEN was Edgar Wallace's first foray into mystery writing. Initially self published, the public was then invited to supply the solution to the mystery for prices amounting to a total of £1000 (incidentally the same amount that was offered for the capture of the four just men in the novel itself).The marketing campaign Wallace had designed was ingenious and quite ahead of its time, though crippled him financially for quite some time.The book is a quick and fast read with an interesting concept: A group of men serve as judges and executioners for injustices worldwide that would otherwise not be captured. Trouble is that the case in this novel really doesn't make all that much sense. A politician is threatened with his execution unless he drops a controversial new bill. One would think that a bill could be passed whether or not one single politician is alive or dead and in actual fact, although the sympathies are supposed to be lying with our anti-heroes, it is indeed the smug politician who ends up getting the reader's sympathies for his head strong insistence on going on with what he considers to be the right thing.Still, this is a Must Read for anyone even remotely interested in Edgar Wallace.
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The Melody Of Death - Edgar Wallace
The Melody Of Death by Edgar Wallace
Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace was born on the 1st April 1875 in Greenwich, London. Leaving school at 12 because of truancy, by the age of fifteen he had experience; selling newspapers, as a worker in a rubber factory, as a shoe shop assistant, as a milk delivery boy and as a ship’s cook.
By 1894 he was engaged but broke it off to join the Infantry being posted to South Africa. He also changed his name to Edgar Wallace which he took from Lew Wallace, the author of Ben-Hur.
In Cape Town in 1898 he met Rudyard Kipling and was inspired to begin writing. His first collection of ballads, The Mission that Failed! was enough of a success that in 1899 he paid his way out of the armed forces in order to turn to writing full time.
By 1904 he had completed his first thriller, The Four Just Men. Since nobody would publish it he resorted to setting up his own publishing company which he called Tallis Press.
In 1911 his Congolese stories were published in a collection called Sanders of the River, which became a bestseller. He also started his own racing papers, Bibury’s and R. E. Walton’s Weekly, eventually buying his own racehorses and losing thousands gambling. A life of exceptionally high income was also mirrored with exceptionally large spending and debts.
Wallace now began to take his career as a fiction writer more seriously, signing with Hodder and Stoughton in 1921. He was marketed as the ‘King of Thrillers’ and they gave him the trademark image of a trilby, a cigarette holder and a yellow Rolls Royce. He was truly prolific, capable not only of producing a 70,000 word novel in three days but of doing three novels in a row in such a manner. It was in, estimating that by 1928 one in four books being read was written by Wallace, for alongside his famous thrillers he wrote variously in other genres, including science fiction, non-fiction accounts of WWI which amounted to ten volumes and screen plays. Eventually he would reach the remarkable total of 170 novels, 18 stage plays and 957 short stories.
Wallace became chairman of the Press Club which to this day holds an annual Edgar Wallace Award, rewarding ‘excellence in writing’.
Diagnosed with diabetes his health deteriorated and he soon entered a coma and died of his condition and double pneumonia on the 7th of February 1932 in North Maple Drive, Beverly Hills. He was buried near his home in England at Chalklands, Bourne End, in Buckinghamshire.
Index Of Content
Chapter I. The Amateur Safe Smasher
Chapter II. Sunstar's Derby
Chapter III. Gilbert Leaves Hurriedly
Chapter IV. The Melody in F
Chapter V. The Man Who Desired Wealth
Chapter VI. The Safe Agency
Chapter VII. The Bank Smasher
Chapter VIII. The Wife Who Did Not Love
Chapter IX. Edith Meets the Player
Chapter X. The Necklace
Chapter XI. The Fourth Man
Chapter XII. The Place Where the Loot Was Stored
Chapter XIII. The Maker of Wills
Chapter XIV. The Standerton Diamonds
Chapter XV. The Tale the Doctor Told
Chapter XVI. Bradshaw
Edgar Wallace – A Short Biography
Edgar Wallace – A Concise Bibliography
Chapter I — THE AMATEUR SAFE SMASHER
On the night of May 27, 1911, the office of Gilderheim, Pascoe and Company, diamond merchants, of Little Hatton Garden, presented no unusual appearance to the patrolling constable who examined the lock and tried the door in the ordinary course of his duty. Until nine o'clock in the evening the office had been occupied by Mr. Gilderheim and his head clerk, and a plain-clothes officer, whose duty was to inquire into unusual happenings, had deemed that the light in the window on the first floor fell within his scope, and had gone up to discover the reason for its appearance. The 27th was a Saturday, and it is usual for the offices in Hatton Garden to be clear of clerks and their principals by three at the latest.
Mr. Gilderheim, a pleasant gentleman, had been relieved to discover that the knock which brought him to the door, gripping a revolver in his pocket in case of accidents, produced no more startling adventure than a chat with a police officer who was known to him. He explained that he had to-day received a parcel of diamonds from an Amsterdam house, and was classifying the stones before leaving for the night, and with a few jocular remarks on the temptation which sixty thousand pounds' worth of diamonds offered to the unscrupulous night of darkness,
the officer left.
At nine-forty Mr. Gilderheim locked up the jewels in his big safe, before which an electric light burnt day and night, and accompanied by his clerk, left No. 93 Little Hatton Garden and walked in the direction of Holborn.
The constable on point duty bade them good-night, and the plain-clothes officer who was then at the Holborn end of the thoroughfare, exchanged a word or two.
You will be on duty all night?
asked Mr. Gilderheim as his clerk hailed a cab.
Yes, sir,
said the officer.
Good!
said the merchant. I'd like you to keep a special eye upon my place. I am rather nervous about leaving so large a sum in the safe.
The officer smiled.
I don't think you need worry, sir,
he said; and, after the cab containing Mr. Gilderheim had driven off he walked back to No. 93.
But in that brief space of time between the diamond merchant leaving and the return of the detective many things had happened. Scarcely had Gilderheim reached the detective than two men walked briskly along the thoroughfare from the other end. Without hesitation the first turned into No. 93, opened the door with a key, and passed in. The second man followed. There was no hesitation, nothing furtive in their movements. They might have been lifelong tenants of the house, so confident were they in every action.
Not half a minute after the second man had entered a third came from the same direction, turned into the building, unlocked the door with that calm confidence which had distinguished the action of the first comer, and went in.
Three minutes later two of the three were upstairs. With extraordinary expedition one had produced two small iron bottles from his pockets and had deftly fixed the rubber tubes and adjusted the little blow-pipe of his lamp, and the second had spread out on the floor a small kit of tools of delicate temper and beautiful finish.
Neither man spoke. They lay flat on the ground, making no attempt to extinguish the light which shone before the safe. They worked in silence for some little while, then the stouter of the two remarked, looking up at the reflector fixed at an angle to the ceiling and affording a view of the upper part of the safe to the passer-by in the street below:
Even the mirrors do not give us away, I suppose?
The second burglar was a slight, young-looking man with a shock of hair that suggested the musician. He shook his head.
Unless all the rules of optics have been specially reversed for the occasion,
he said with just a trace of a foreign accent, we cannot possibly be seen.
I am relieved,
said the first.
He half whistled, half hummed a little tune to himself as he plied the hissing flame to the steel door.
He was carefully burning out the lock, and had no doubt in his mind that he would succeed, for the safe was an old-fashioned one. No further word was exchanged for half an hour. The man with the blow-pipe continued in his work, the other watching with silent interest, ready to play his part when the operation was sufficiently advanced.
At the end of half an hour the elder of the two wiped his streaming forehead with the back of his hand, for the heat which the flame gave back from the steel door was fairly trying.
Why did you make such a row closing the door?
he asked. You are not usually so careless, Calli.
The other looked down at him in mild astonishment.
I made no noise whatever, my dear George,
he said. If you had been standing in the passage you could not have heard it; in fact, I closed the door as noiselessly as I opened it.
The perspiring man on the ground smiled.
That would be fairly noiseless,
he said.
Why?
asked the other.
Because I did not close it. You walked in after me.
Something in the silence which greeted his words made him look up. There was a puzzled look upon his companion's face.
I opened the door with my own key,
said the younger man slowly.
You opened—
The man called George frowned. I do not understand you, Callidino. I left the door open, and you walked in after me; I went straight up the stairs, and you followed.
Callidino looked at the other and shook his head.
I opened the door myself with the key,
he said quietly. If anybody came in after you, why, it is up to us, George, to see who it is.
You mean—?
I mean,
said the little Italian, that it would be extremely awkward if there is a third gentleman present on this inconvenient occasion.
It would, indeed,
said the other.
Why?
Both men turned with a start, for the voice that asked the question without any trace of emotion was the voice of a third man, and he stood in the doorway screened from all possibility of observation from the window by the angle of the room.
He was dressed in an evening suit, and he carried a light overcoat across his arm.
What manner of man he was, and how he looked, they had no means of judging, for from his chin to his forehead his face was covered by a black mask.
Please do not move,
he said, and do not regard the revolver I am holding in the light of a menace. I merely carry it for self-defence, and you will admit that under the circumstances and knowing the extreme delicacy of my position, I am fairly well justified in taking this precaution.
George Wallis laughed a little under his breath.
Sir,
he said, without shifting his position you may be a man after my own heart, but I shall know better when you have told me exactly what you want.
I want to learn,
said the stranger. He stood there regarding the pair with obvious interest. The eyes which shone through the holes of the mask were alive and keen. Go on with your work, please,
he said. I should hate to interrupt you.
George Wallis picked up the blow-pipe and addressed himself again to the safe door. He was a most adaptable man, and the situation in which he found himself nonplussed had yet to occur.
Since,
he said, it makes absolutely no difference as to whether I leave off or whether I go on, if you are a representative of law and order, I may as well go on, because if you are not a representative of those two admirable, excellent and necessary qualities I might at least save half the swag with you.
You may save the lot,
said the man sharply. I do not wish to share the proceeds of your robbery, but I want to know how you do it, that is all,
You shall learn,
said George Wallis, that most notorious of burglars, and at the hands of an expert, I beg you to believe.
That I know,
said the other calmly.
Wallis went on with his task apparently undisturbed by this extraordinary interruption. The little Italian's hands had twitched nervously, and here might have been trouble, but the strength of the other man, who was evidently the leader of the two, and his self-possession had heartened his companion to accept whatever consequences the presence of this man might threaten. It was the masked stranger who broke the silence.
Isn't it an extraordinary thing,
he said, that whilst technical schools exist for teaching every kind of trade, art and craft, there is none which engage in teaching the art of destruction. Believe me, I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity of sitting at the feet of a master.
His voice was not unpleasant, but there was a certain hardness which was not in harmony with the flippant tone he adopted.
The man on the floor went on with his work for a little while, then he said without turning his head:
I am anxious to know exactly how you got in.
I followed close behind you,
said the masked man. I knew there would be a reasonable interval between the two of you. You see,
he went on, you have been watching this office for the greater part of a week; one of you has been on duty practically every night. You rented a small office higher up this street which offered a view of these premises. I gathered that you had chosen to-night because you brought your gas with you this morning. You were waiting in the dark hallway of the building in which your office is situated, one of you watching for the light to go out and Mr. Gilderheim depart. When he had gone, you, sir
, he addressed the man on the floor, came out immediately, your companion did not follow so soon. Moreover, he stopped to pick up a small bundle of letters which had apparently been dropped by some careless person, and since these letters included two sealed packets such as the merchants of Hatton Garden send to their clients, I was able to escape the observation of the second man and keep reasonably close to you.
Callidino laughed softly.
That is true,
he said, with a nod to the man on the floor. It was very clever. I suppose you dropped the packet?
The masked man inclined his head.
Please go on,
he said, do not let me interrupt you.
What is going to happen when I have finished?
asked George, still keeping his face to the safe.
As far as I am concerned, nothing. Just as soon as you have got through your work, and have extracted whatever booty there is to be extracted, I shall retire.
You want your share, I suppose?
Not at all,
said the other calmly. I do not want my share by any means. I am not entitled to it. My position in society prevents me from going farther down the slippery path than to connive at your larceny.
Felony,
corrected the man on the floor.
Felony,
agreed the other. He waited until without a sound the heavy door of the safe swung open and George had put his hand inside to extract the contents, and then, without a word, he passed through the door, closing it behind him. The two men sat up tensely, and listened. They heard nothing more until the soft thud of the outer door told them that their remarkable visitor had departed.
They exchanged glances, interest on the