Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Names in the Black Book
    Names in the Black Book
    Names in the Black Book
    Ebook52 pages49 minutes

    Names in the Black Book

    By Robert E. Howard

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Three unsolved murders in a week are not so unusual--for River Street, grunted Steve Harrison, shifting his muscular bulk restlessly in his chair. His companion lighted a cigarette and Harrison observed that her slim hand was none too steady. She was exotically beautiful, a dark, supple figure, with the rich colors of purple Eastern nights and crimson dawns in her dusky hair and red lips. But in her dark eyes Harrison glimpsed the shadow of fear. Only once before had he seen fear in those marvelous eyes, and the memory made him vaguely uneasy.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKtoczyta.pl
    Release dateMar 14, 2018
    ISBN9788381487481
    Names in the Black Book

    Read more from Robert E. Howard

    Related to Names in the Black Book

    Related ebooks

    Mystery For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Appreciating Hate

      Sep 10, 2021

      Felix thought of his mind as though it were artwork – a painting. His skull was the frame, the canvas inside the frame was the grey matter, the applied paint was his education, and that insubstantial feeling evoked by the art piece was his consciousn

      7 min read

    • Article

      In Love And War

      Jun 10, 2021

      April 1943 - Krakow, Poland Irena was bent over her needlework, stitching the frayed seam of her skirt when she heard a single gunshot ring out. She jerked and then scowled. After four years of war, she ought to be used to it. Why, the other night a

      11 min read

    • Article

      The Man Who Became Uncle Tom

      Sep 8, 2023

      The Man Who Became Uncle Tom
      22 min read

    • Article

      The Left Abandoned Me

      Oct 12, 2023

      The Left Abandoned Me
      6 min read

    • Article

      Sins Of My Grandfather

      Feb 21, 2020

      Sins Of My Grandfather
      10 min read

    • Article

      “Girl Poisoner Moron,” or Why Was Everyone So Bad at Murder?

      Nov 21, 2017

      Women from Essipoff’s list: Mary Baker Eddy, Florence Elizabeth Maybrick, and Ma Barker. In 1938, Marie Armstrong Essipoff, a journalist, editor, and memoirist, was helping Theodore Dreiser research murders committed by women. She had been collecting

      7 min read

    • Article

      Bad Cop, Worse Cop

      Jun 23, 2017

      Bad Cop, Worse Cop
      4 min read

    • Article

      She's Ghosting Me

      Oct 25, 2022

      She's Ghosting Me
      4 min read

    • Article

      Unknown Forces

      Jul 15, 2021

      Of all the writers ever to win the Nobel Prize, it’s hard to think of any who were as obsessed with fortean subjects as Isaac Bashevis Singer (1904-1991), whose given name was Yitskhok Bashevis. Often stereotyped as a specifically Jewish author, he m

      7 min read

    • Article

      Three Poems

      Nov 1, 2021

      The afterlife is an infinity of custom shelving, where everything you have ever loved has a perfect place, including things that don’t fit on shelves, like the weeping willow from your parents’ backyard, or an old boyfriend, exactly as he was in your

      9 min read

    • Article

      Notes From a Cemetery

      May 29, 2023

      Notes From a Cemetery
      6 min read

    • Article

      A Book for the Moment: On Helen Weinzweig’s ‘Basic Black with Pearls’

      Jun 1, 2018

      This post was produced in partnership with Bloom, a literary site that features authors whose first books were published when they were 40 or older. 1. In our current moment, a chorus of “nasty women” has flooded social media with grievances. Unfortu

      5 min read

    • Article

      One Word: Avuncular

      Mar 19, 2019

      In our column One Word, writers expound on their favorite words.  Man with beer, artist unknown, c. 1920 My uncle Henry has killed a lot of people. In spite of his dark past, and because of it, he’s my favorite American uncle. Since I cherish bilingu

      3 min read

    • Article

      Empire Of Dishonour

      Oct 23, 2022

      Empire Of Dishonour
      2 min read

    • Article

      Interview / Shrabani Basu

      Mar 18, 2021

      Interview / Shrabani Basu
      10 min read

    • Article

      A Year in Reading: Bill Morris

      Dec 19, 2021

      My purest reading pleasure of the year was my first stab at the work of Percival Everett, the gifted, prolific, genre-bending author of some 30 works of fiction. The post A Year in Reading: Bill Morris appeared first on The Millions.

      4 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Names in the Black Book

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Names in the Black Book - Robert E. Howard

      Robert E. Howard

      Names in the Black Book

      Warsaw 2018

      Contents

      THREE unsolved murders in a week are not so unusual–for River Street, grunted Steve Harrison, shifting his muscular bulk restlessly in his chair.

      His companion lighted a cigarette and Harrison observed that her slim hand was none too steady. She was exotically beautiful, a dark, supple figure, with the rich colors of purple Eastern nights and crimson dawns in her dusky hair and red lips. But in her dark eyes Harrison glimpsed the shadow of fear. Only once before had he seen fear in those marvelous eyes, and the memory made him vaguely uneasy.

      It’s your business to solve murders, she said.

      Give me a little time. You can’t rush things, when you’re dealing with the people of the Oriental quarter.

      You have less time than you think, she answered cryptically. If you do not listen to me, you’ll never solve these killings.

      I’m listening.

      But you won’t believe. You’ll say I’m hysterical–seeing ghosts and shying at shadows.

      Look here, Joan, he exclaimed impatiently. Come to the point. You called me to your apartment and I came because you said you were in deadly danger. But now you’re talking riddles about three men who were killed last week. Spill it plain, won’t you?

      Do you remember Erlik Khan? she asked abruptly.

      Involuntarily his hand sought his face, where a thin scar ran from temple to jaw-rim.

      I’m not likely to forget him, he said. A Mongol who called himself Lord of the Dead. His idea was to combine all the Oriental criminal societies in America in one big organization, with himself at the head. He might have done it, too, if his own men hadn’t turned on him.

      Erlik Khan has returned, she said.

      What! His head jerked up and he glared at her incredulously. What are you talking about? I saw him die, and so did you!

      I saw his hood fall apart as Ali ibn Suleyman struck with his keen-edged scimitar, she answered. I saw him roll to the floor and lie still. And then the house went up in flames, and the roof fell in, and only charred bones were ever found among the ashes. Nevertheless, Erlik Khan has returned.

      Harrison did not reply, but sat waiting for further disclosures, sure they would come in an indirect way. Joan La Tour was half Oriental, and partook of many of the characteristics of her subtle kin.

      How did those three men die? she asked, though he was aware that she knew as well as he.

      Li-chin, the Chinese merchant, fell from his own roof, he grunted. The people on the street heard him scream and then saw him come hurtling down. Might have been an accident–but middle-aged Chinese merchants don’t go climbing around on roofs at midnight.

      "Ibrahim ibn Achmet, the Syrian curio dealer, was bitten by a cobra. That might have been an accident too, only I know somebody dropped the snake on him through his skylight.

      Jacob Kossova, the Levantine exporter, was simply knifed in a back alley. Dirty jobs, all of them, and no apparent motive on the surface. But motives are hidden deep, in River Street. When I find the guilty parties I’ll uncover the motives.

      And these murders suggest nothing to you? exclaimed the girl, tense with suppressed excitement. You do not see the link that connects them? You do not grasp the point they all have in common? Listen–all these men were formerly associated in one way or another with Erlik Khan!

      Well? he demanded. That doesn’t mean that the Khan’s spook killed them! We found plenty of bones in the ashes of the house, but there were members of his gang in other parts of the city. His gigantic organization went to pieces, after his death, for lack of a leader, but the survivors were never uncovered. Some of them might be paying off old grudges.

      "Then why did they wait so long to strike? It’s been a year since we saw Erlik Khan die. I tell you, the

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1