The trail of the White Knight

1. Pollyooly. Edgar Jepson. 2. The Chinese Parrot. Earl Derr Biggers. 3. Bluefeather. Laurence W. Meynell. 4. The Gillespie Suicide Mystery. Leonard R. Gribble. 5. Death's Eye....

"Pah!" The tall man spat. "Korvin-Klein knows how to treat the pigs. Trials! What do they want trials for? That is what I ask you, comrade. What do they want with trials? Hang t...

"In many ways, Comrade Garami. From reports I have had he is as strong as an ape, as cunning as a monkey, as elusive as a cricket. He has money, for in one case he bribed the ja...

Bela Kun smiled softly. "Not so quickly, friend Szamuelly. I have now sent for one Wenzel who claimed to be a better man than the White Knight, and yet--I am afraid Comrade Wenz...

Elizabeth closed her eyes to shut out the ghastly scene, and Imre sobbed aloud. His grand old castle, full of heirlooms, priceless antiques, and less valuable pieces of furnitur...

"So shall suffer all enemies of the Commune," he boasted. "So should you too, my pretty lady, and yet--" he moistened his thick, sensuous lips--"it would be a pity if the world...

Imre tried to speak, his lips quivered; but his brain was overwhelmed by a rushing flood of relief, and the words refused to come. He could only stare at Wenzel; yet all his uns...

"But, Wenzel, I am Hungarian born and bred, I, who have, under a different name, suffered untold miseries at the hands of the Bolshevik swine, I am prepared to give my life glad...

"Happily, or rather as happily as is possible. The _château_ is heaven to most of the present inhabitants. After being robbed of everything they possessed, turned out of their h...

"Just after three to-day the news came through to the Council that a counter-revolution had broken out in Bira. There was an uproar. Szamuelly said that if the Soviet were to re...

The engine gathered speed and, with its added velocity, rocked unsteadily from side to side. Then for Wenzel began a nightmare of inconceivable hideousness. He gripped hold of s...

It was one night some months before. Budapest lay covered in a white mantle of snow, which happily concealed the garbage and rubbish littering the streets. He and two other Comm...

Now what of the White Knight! His fears were gone, there were better thoughts to occupy his mind. Indeed the gods were kind! He cranked up the engine, and swung into the driver'...

"More drink!" he shouted, and a fresh bottle of wine was placed on the table before him. He filled his glass, rose to his feet, and banged loudly. The noise of argument ceased,...

His hand darted to his belt; even as he pulled out the heavy Army revolver his fingers tightened on the trigger, and a stream of bullets whipped through the air, the attendant f...

"She told Cecile that she was going out to pick wild flowers as usual--that was some time between four and five o'clock. Cecile suggested going as well, but Elizabeth laughingly...

"Why did not the White Knight himself run after you? Perhaps he knew it would be a long chase--though his legs are longer than mine." He laughed at his own joke, then leered int...

He chuckled to himself. It was not such a bad attempt after all. He had told his story with an histrionic ability which emphasized the strongest links and shaded the weakest poi...

The Communist swore. "I don't know, but from what I can make out the man they arrested last night is not the White Knight after all. May God smite down the fools for their mista...

"I wish I dared, Arnold, but I am afraid to take the risk. The time-table is at the best of times irregular. Supposing instead of the Death Train it were another we wrecked? Sup...

"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Then with a shriek he raised his voice, "Quicker, quicker!" and the Terrorist who was driving looked round with a startled air. "Quicke...

"Because--because of his scars," he answered slowly. "Poor Geoffrey. You see, he was so handsome before--before they came. And now! Somehow I cannot blame him; I feel everything...