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FIRE-TONGUE


By Sax Rohmer





CONTENTS


CHAPTER I.   A CLIENT FOR PAUL HARLEY

CHAPTER II.   THE SIXTH SENSE

CHAPTER III.   SHADOWS

CHAPTER IV.   INTRODUCING MR. NICOL BRINN

CHAPTER V.   THE GATES OF HELL

CHAPTER VI.   PHIL ABINGDON ARRIVES

CHAPTER VII.   CONFESSIONS

CHAPTER VIII.   A WREATH OF HYACINTHS

CHAPTER IX.   TWO REPORTS

CHAPTER X.   HIS EXCELLENCY ORMUZ KHAN

CHAPTER XI.   THE PURPLE STAIN

CHAPTER XII.   THE VEIL IS RAISED

CHAPTER XIII.   NICOL BRINN HAS A VISITOR

CHAPTER XIV.   WESSEX GETS BUSY

CHAPTER XV.   NAIDA

CHAPTER XVI.   NICOL BRINN GOES OUT

CHAPTER XVII.   WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEY

CHAPTER XVIII.   WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEYโ€”CONTINUED

CHAPTER XIX.   WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEYโ€”CONCLUDED

CHAPTER XX.   CONFLICTING CLUBS

CHAPTER XXI.   THE SEVENTH KAMA

CHAPTER XXII.   FIRE-TONGUE SPEAKS

CHAPTER XXIII.   PHIL ABINGDONโ€™S VISITOR

CHAPTER XXIV.   THE SCREEN OF GOLD

CHAPTER XXV.   AN ENGLISHMANโ€™S HONOUR

CHAPTER XXVI.   THE ORCHID OF SLEEP

CHAPTER XXVII.   AT HILLSIDE

CHAPTER XXVIII.   THE CHASE

CHAPTER XXIX.   THE CATASTROPHE

CHAPTER XXX.   NICOL BRINNโ€™S STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE

CHAPTER XXXI.   STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (CONTINUED)

CHAPTER XXXII.   STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (CONTINUED)

CHAPTER XXXIII.     STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (CONTINUED)

CHAPTER XXXIV.   NICOL BRINNโ€™S STORY (CONCLUDED)





CHAPTER I. A CLIENT FOR PAUL HARLEY

Some of Paul Harleyโ€™s most interesting cases were brought to his notice in an almost accidental way. Although he closed his office in Chancery Lane sharply at the hour of six, the hour of six by no means marked the end of his business day. His work was practically ceaseless. But even in times of leisure, at the club or theatre, fate would sometimes cast in his path the first slender thread which was ultimately to lead him into some unsuspected labyrinth, perhaps in the underworld of London, perhaps in a city of the Far East.

His investigation of the case of the man with the shaven skull afforded an instance of this, and even more notable was his first meeting with Major Jack Ragstaff of the Cavalry Club, a meeting which took place after the office had been closed, but which led to the unmasking of perhaps the most cunning murderer in the annals of crime.

One summerโ€™s evening when the little clock upon his table was rapidly approaching the much-desired hour, Harley lay back in his chair and stared meditatively across his private office in the direction of a large and very handsome Burmese cabinet, which seemed strangely out of place amid the filing drawers, bookshelves, and other usual impedimenta of a professional man. A peculiarly uninteresting week was drawing to a close, and he was wondering if this betokened a decreased activity in the higher criminal circles, or whether it was merely one of those usual quiescent periods which characterize every form of warfare.

Paul Harley, although the fact was unknown to the general public, occupied something of the position of an unofficial field marshal of the forces arrayed against evildoers. Throughout the war he had undertaken confidential work of the highest importance, especially in regard to the Near East, with which he was intimately acquainted. A member of the English bar, and the last court of appeal to which Home Office and Foreign Office alike came in troubled times, the brass plate upon the door of his unassuming premises in Chancery Lane conveyed little or nothing to the uninitiated.

The man himself, with his tropical bronze and air of eager vitality, must have told the most careless observer that he stood in the presence of an extraordinary personality. He was slightly gray at the temples in these days, but young in mind and body, physically fit, and possessed of an intellectual keenness which had forced recognition from two hemispheres. His office was part of an old city residence, and his chambers adjoined his workroom, so that now, noting that his table clock registered the hour of six, he pressed a bell which summoned Innes, his confidential secretary.

โ€œWell, Innes,โ€ said Harley, looking around, โ€œanother uneventful day.โ€

โ€œVery uneventful, Mr. Harley. About a month of this and you will have to resume practice at the bar.โ€

Paul Harley laughed.

โ€œNot a bit likely, Innes,โ€ he replied. โ€œNo more briefs for me. I shall retire to Norfolk and devote my declining years to fishing.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know that fishing would entirely satisfy me,โ€ said Innes.

โ€œIt would more than satisfy me,โ€ returned Harley. โ€œBut every man to his own ambition. Well, there is no occasion to wait; you might as well get along. But whatโ€™s that youโ€™ve got in your hand?โ€

โ€œWell,โ€ replied Innes, laying a card upon the table, โ€œI was just coming in with it when you rang.โ€

Paul Harley glanced at the card.

โ€œSir Charles Abingdon,โ€ he read aloud, staring reflectively at his secretary. โ€œThat is the osteologist?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ answered Innes, โ€œbut I fancy he has retired from practice.โ€

โ€œAh,โ€ murmured Harley, โ€œI wonder what he wants. I suppose I had better see him, as I fancy that he and I met casually some years ago in India. Ask him to come in, will you?โ€

Innes retiring, there presently entered a distinguished-looking, elderly gentleman upon whose florid face rested an expression not unlike that of embarrassment.

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