Bill Bolton and Hidden Danger

His room was pitch dark. For a moment or two he listened to wind whistling through trees and the swishing pound of a heavy downpour. Lightning flashed in the bright flare of a s...

Arrayed in a jumper and sweater of Bill’s and a pair of linen trousers, converted into shorts by hacking off the legs above the knees, he made a comical picture indeed.

The lights of a car swung round the hemlocks, then levelled directly on the field as the automobile sped down the stretch of lawn between the stables and the cornfield.

“Twin heads, Charlie!” said Bill, resuming his headphones sometime later. The _Loening_ was flying in from the Atlantic. Bill had thought it wiser than trailing up the coast for...

The flivver pulled up at the side of the dirt road and stopped. Ezra Parker, behind the wheel, switched off the motor and likewise the lights. Patches of moonlight filtered thro...

Bill had had an impression the night before of the solid comfort of the house. But it was not until they descended the great oak staircase in the morning that he realized, in sp...

The whitewashed wooden walls of a hut, and a sickly sting of brandy in his throat, were Bill’s first impressions of life on awakening. An old brown face with blue eyes and a tuf...

Bill came to the surface a few yards from the motor boat. Three or four quick strokes brought him to the side, where with the help of an extended hand, he clambered aboard to fa...

“No need for that, I hope,” he remarked pleasantly, and dropped into an armchair quite within reach of the revolver. He gave Bill that curious, quick, confidential nod, then too...

For several minutes Bill stood still and listened. Not even a board creaked. The house was as quiet as a tomb. Of one thing he felt certain: Mr. Zenas Sanders and his bodyguard...

With unerring skill, the more amazing because of the inky darkness, Bill’s opponent grasped his right wrist, twisted it and the automatic dropped to the floor. The flashlight Bi...

“But what can those two do against so many! After what Sanders said to you, we should have been prepared for this. For the love of Mike, Bill, hold that light steady! I can’t fi...

Bill sent the amphibian roaring into the night wind, pulled her off the rippling waters of the harbor and skimming the twin bluffs at the entrance, sent his bus speeding seaward...

Clocks in New Canaan were striking seven next evening when Bill turned the switch on the _Loening’s_ instrument board which released the retractable landing gear of the plane. F...

Bill stepped out of the elevator and turned left as the clerk had directed. He passed along the corridor until he came to a door marked “49.” He stopped and knocked. For a momen...

Bill bent swiftly, caught up some of the dirty linen and flung it into the hamper. He had to pull himself together. _That_—that was the explanation, of course, for Slim Johnson’...

The moment that the match struck the water found Bill wriggling across the deck like a sand-eel. The red tip of the cigarette in the man’s mouth glowed and waned as he drew in t...