Honor of Thieves: A Novel

Miss Rivers picked out the name of Patrick Onslow in the society paper which lay upon her knee, and drew idle circles round it with a pink ball-pencil. Fairfax tugged at his mus...

Mr. Theodore Shelf’s carriage and pair drew up at the smartest house in Park Lane, and Mr. Theodore Shelf went up the steps and entered the door which a man servant opened for h...

Mr. Theodore Shelf wanted to drag Onslow off there and then to his own business-room, on the first floor, to discuss further this great project which he had in his head; but Ons...

When people are engaged, they usually contrive to meet with frequency, and so Amy Rivers showed no very great surprise at seeing Fairfax again later in the evening. She only sai...

It was late in the evening when Patrick Onslow again found himself _en tête-à-tête_ with his host. There had been people in to dinner at the house in Park Lane, but these had go...

“If one might judge from the lacquered majesty of your office appointments,” said Patrick Onslow, taking one of the big chairs in Shelf’s inner sanctum, “your firm is doing a ro...

“Perhaps,” said Onslow, “he won’t have the chance. Other hands on that steamer will have to share the secret in whole or in part. Perhaps they won’t all of them come through it...

The _Port Edes_ had gained the name of an unlucky ship. She had slain three men in her building; she had crushed another to death the day before she left the slips; and, though...

For reasons, the _Port Edes_ took the “North about” course; that is, she headed across south of the Banks of Newfoundland nearly to Cape Hatteras, and then braved the three-knot...

Patrick Onslow came out of the chart-house with all the armament he could lay hands upon; to wit, three revolvers. He gave one to the Captain and put the others in his own jacke...

Another day and another sky. Now the blue Gulf waters were as leaden and dense as that one looks upon in a hard North Sea gale; and the heavens overhead were full of lurid grays...

The look-out in the crow’s-nest forward chanted his last melancholy “All’s well!” and gave way to the relief from the next watch. He climbed down by the cleats in the iron mast,...

“Now, my lads,” said Kettle, “you’ve got to hump yourselves, or we’ll have the steamer swamping beneath us. It’ll be touch and go, anyway. Mr. Onslow, you will have the deck all...

Windless swell and a burning sky. Ahead, broken palings of mop-headed tree-trunks growing straight across the sea; on one beam, scattered patches of white, where the surf crumbl...

“Yes,” said Fairfax; “those anarchist people ought to be shot down like dangerous wild beasts whenever they open their mouths! Think of it! not only a fine ship, but half a mill...

Mr. Theodore Shelf was a _gourmand_ of the first water. He preached most violently against all people who drank to excess, and seemed scarcely to discriminate between these and...

“He said, sir, I was to explain it was on very important business, or he would not have called so late at night. And he said, too, sir”—here the butler hesitated again—“that he...

The one-eyed man, Mr. Billy Nutt, and his friend and partner, whose name was apparently Hank without further attachment, made a livelihood by transgressing the laws of the Unite...

Miss Kildare gave a shrug to her shoulders. “Yes,” she said, “I suppose it is a different me. I’ve got my hair done up, and longer skirts, and all the rest of it. In fact, like...

Now the great rambling, wooden hotel in which Miss Elsie Kildare was staying under care of her friends, the Van Liews, though on the end of a telegraph-wire, and within easy day...

A shining-faced negro waiter came up in answer to the bell, and brought tumblers of tinkling ice and water. Both Onslow and Miss Kildare drank thirstily, and then lay back again...

Mr. Theodore Shelf had reached the end of his tether, and, like a shrewd business man, he knew it. There is a certain mad excitement in standing on a high ledge of an iceberg wh...

When Onslow arrived back at the _Port Edes_ from Point Sebastian he found Captain Kettle sitting in the chart-house, with a pen gripped between his teeth and a rhyming dictionar...

Mr. Theodore Shelf had arranged for an exodus _de luxe_, and flattered himself that he would have no difficulty in carrying it out. He had got to know exactly when the police we...

Hamilton Fairfax came into the drawing-room of their newly bought house in Kent and kissed his wife, and sat down in a deep armchair. She perched herself upon the arm and leaned...

No one ever accused Mr. Reginald Lossing of having brains; no one ever denied that he had a luck which was monumental. He had a name for luck which was looked up to and marveled...