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The Secret Adversary, by Agatha
Christie: This is
a slightly
modernized version. The file can NOT be given away.
The Turf is there on top,
rich, almost luxurious, but always beneath the turf is the sand. It
is halted now, moving not - but ever ready to deal treachery out and
let die with unwinking, uncaring eye. The Links they are called, and the
pavilion that stands like a haunting flag is known quite simply as "The Pavilion On The Links." My blood
still runs cold when I think of those links, The Links of Northmour.
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A Study In Scarlet by Arthur
Conan Doyle. Dr. Watson meets Sherlock Holmes...
"You don't mind the smell of strong tobacco, I hope?" asked Sherlock
Holmes.
"I always smoke 'ship's' myself," I answered.
"That's good enough. I generally have chemicals about, and
occasionally do experiments. Would that annoy you?"
"By no means."
"Let me see--what are my other shortcomings. I get in the dumps at
times, and don't open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I
am sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I'll soon be right.
What have you to confess now? It's just as well for two fellows to
know the worst of one another before they begin to live together."
I laughed at this cross-examination. "I keep a bull pup," I said,
"and I object to rows because my nerves are shaken, and I get up at
all sorts of ungodly hours, and I am extremely lazy. I have another
set of vices when I'm well, but those are the principal ones at
present."
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