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    Gospel Truth Mortimer
    Gospel Truth Mortimer
    Gospel Truth Mortimer
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    Gospel Truth Mortimer

    By Edgar Wallace

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    One of the most prolific writers of the twentieth century, Edgar Wallace was an immensely popular author, who created exciting thrillers with tales of treacherous crooks and hard-boiled detectives. Over the rest of his life, Wallace produced some 173 books and wrote 17 plays. These were largely adventure narratives with elements of crime or mystery, and usually combined a bombastic sensationalism with hammy violence. This hitherto uncollected mini-series of four delightful stories features the veracious but impecunious Right Honorable George Mortimer, the son of a British lord, who earns his living as a London taxi-driver.
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    PublisherKtoczyta.pl
    Release dateFeb 20, 2018
    ISBN9788381480567
    Gospel Truth Mortimer
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    Edgar Wallace

    Edgar Wallace (1875–1932) was one of the most popular and prolific authors of his era. His hundred-odd books, including the groundbreaking Four Just Men series and the African adventures of Commissioner Sanders and Lieutenant Bones, have sold over fifty million copies around the world. He is best remembered today for his thrillers and for the original version of King Kong, which was revised and filmed after his death. 

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      Gospel Truth Mortimer - Edgar Wallace

      Edgar Wallace

      Gospel Truth Mortimer

      Warsaw 2018

      Contents

      His Start in Life

      The Six Blue Rings

      As Cheap as Water

      The Agent of Kings

      His Start in Life

      WHEN a millionaire receives a letter which suggests that he should hand to a messenger some thousands of pounds, failing which he will be kidnapped at some time and place convenient to the writer, the millionaire–if he possesses a sense of humour–will laugh and send the letter to the police.

      Mr. Chell had no sense of humour whatsoever, and he received the letter when it came with profuse perspiration. He did not send the letter to the police, because he felt in some way that such an action would annoy the kidnappers if they were genuine, and was unnecessary if they were not.

      Instead, he looked round for enemies, and found them in his own household; and mainly an inoffending typist-secretary felt the brunt of his funk, because she was a woman and could not hit back.

      Then Chell got into the habit of taking friends home for company, and he thought of impecunious Mortimer, and discovered him in a quiet hotel in Essex Street.

      It was on the second day that Chell fixed the visit of George Mortimer–an interval of time long enough to allow certain interested watchers of the millionaire to make a move.

      Then I’ll pick you up on the Embankment? asked Chell a little anxiously. Of course, I’ll come up to the hotel for you, if you like?

      Not at all, said Mortimer, as he fixed his monocle more firmly. I desire to leave Essex Street without ostentation. I am naturally a modest man.

      That’s all right, said Chell, who, as has been pointed out, had no humour whatever, I’ll pick you up in front of Somerset House. So long! And he went skipping down the steps of the hotel to his palatial car.

      Mortimer went back to the smoke-room, and sat down to figure things out. The man with the diamond ring, who had arrived that morning, fixed him with a speculative eye from the other side of the room, and waited till Mortimer had settled himself, then rose and crossed to him.

      Excuse me, said the man with the diamond ring, taking his cigar from his mouth, was that my friend, Mr. Chell, you were speaking with?

      George Mortimer looked up at the square-faced, smiling gentleman.

      It was indeed your friend, Mr. Chell, he said politely.

      He’s worth a million, that fellow, said the stranger.

      I have never counted his money, replied Mortimer, but I’ll accept your estimate.

      The other man was momentarily nonplussed.

      I saw him here last night with you, said the intruder–for intruder upon George Mortimer’s thoughts he undoubtedly was–and recognised him.

      I thought you arrived this morning? said Mortimer curiously; and the haste of his interrogator to explain his faux pas confirmed George in his worst suspicions.

      Yes; moved down from the Sav-voy–dined here with a friend last night.

      Mortimer smiled genially.

      Cobby, Cobby! he said reprovingly, to put it over me! I, who was present in the Tombs Court when Judge Garner sent you to States Penitentiary for the best part of a year, for selling land which wasn’t yours to the green goods of New Jersey!

      The man addressed as Cobby was something more than startled.

      Why–why! he gasped, ’ain’t you that detective feller?

      I was, but ain’t, replied George. I am too honest for a detective agency–it lasted three months, Cobby, and then I broke loose and came home ninth class on a cattle boat. Oh, by the way, Cobby, Mr. Chell tells me he’s had threatening letters from people who say they will kidnap him if he doesn’t pay eight thousand pounds by Saturday.

      You don’t say! said the astonished man, lighting his cigar again. He might be pardoned if his hand trembled a little, for, though he was one of the best confidence men in the world, he was a little upset by the unexpected recognition.

      I do say, said George Mortimer. Cut it out, Cobby.

      Me, Mr. Mortimer? asked the astounded and outraged Cobby.

      You, said George Mortimer. Kidnapping is a side-line of yours, now I come to think of it. You’re the man who held Mayor Gilly to ransom in Paradise City, aren’t you?

      If I die this minute– protested Cobby, raising his right hand impressively.

      Don’t worry–you won’t, said George; but cut it out–try the newly returned colonial on the Strand–he’s easy. Leave kidnapping to chorus-girls.

      It was no coincidence that Mr. Cobham had arrived at the hotel the day following Chell’s call. Not at all. But as it happened, it was so much money wasted.

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      The Honourable George Mortimer

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