Never-Fail Blake

Then he slipped his revolver back into his pocket and stepped into the hut. For there, in one corner of it, lay Binhart. He lay on a bed made of bull-hide stretched across a rou...

Then, for the first time, Blake grew into a comprehension of what surrounded him. He wheeled about, stooped and caught up the papier-mâché tea-tray from the floor and once more...

He preferred the "outdoor" work, both because he was more at home in it and because it was more spectacular. He relished the bigger cases. He liked to step in where an underling...

"D' you realize you 'll have to sneak ashore in a _lancha_ and pass a double line o' patrol? And then crawl into a town that's reekin' with yellow-jack, a town you 're not likel...

"What do you want me for?" she asked, and the quick directness of her question implied not so much that time was being wasted on side issues as that he was cruelly and unnecessa...

The so-called bishop, sitting in the wireless-room of the _Empress of China_, with a lacerated black cigar between his teeth, received this much relayed message with mixed feeli...

"By doing what their whole kid-glove gang have n't been able to do," he avowed. And having delivered himself of that ultimatum, he promptly relaxed into his old-time impassivene...

At each of these ports he went through the same rounds, canvassed the same set of officials, and made the same inquiries. Then he would go to the native quarters, to the gamblin...

"It will rest with you. I could n't stool with my own people here. But Wilkie knows my value. He knows what I can do for the service if I 'm on their side. He could let me begin...

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He rowed feverishly on, until the lights of the _Trunella_ stood high above him and he could hear the lonely sound of her bells as the watch was struck. Then he turned and studi...

He could hear Copeland's voice far away. He could see the returning figure of the servant, but it seemed as gray and ghostlike as the entire room about him. In his shaking finge...