Three sevens

It mattered not at all to Craig that he had at least another ten years of prison ahead of him, nor that at least another month of this unexpired term would have to be passed her...

There had been a change or two in the population of the cells since the work began. Bartow was gone. So was the half-wit of cell No. 4. And these changes, while regrettable to t...

Just a whisper, but it was enough. He had the drop on them. He not only had the drop on them, but the guards, anything but intellectual giants in other respects, were pretty goo...

The warden was a large man with a beard, and the warden had a great reputation as a laugher. Like many large men with a good digestion, the warden laughed easily when prisoners...

It was right then that Eddie had his moment of greatness. It comes to every man once in his lifetime, and blessed is he who is ready for it when it does come. Eddie was ready. E...

There was a sound of cheering from the prison yard, and this brought the two of them again to their feet. Craig was stricken. In his own mind he was like a crazy man. He was a m...

The girl said a number of things in the course of this day that were to remain with Craig always, just as would the presence of her as she said them--soft-voiced, clear-eyed, br...

As for Joan Gracie, there in San Pedro awaiting the arrival of the train that was to reëstablish her connection with the world as she had always known it before that surprising...

There were a scattered score of buildings in the neighborhood, most of them like the one to which he had been directed, dilapidated cottages once put up by a communistic colony...

Craig, taking thought, knew that the power was in him--a queer feeling that all men and women may know some time. There was something more than a signal of good fellowship in th...

But Craig had learned his lesson when he was fighting Bud Gaspell, and he had reflected on it often since. The moment he had clinched with Bud, he and Bud were on the same level...

There were two versions of the capture of Sancho Red, as told by the remarkable Mr. Sanders. Perhaps this was because the little man, on his arrival at San Pedro, finding himsel...

Craig was the first to speak. Perhaps it was because he had already done his thinking, had decided to accept the one course that appeared to be clear to him.

It was a trip that had been made in silence. Gary Lee had seen to that. He hadn’t told Craig to keep silent, but he had hinted that it would be better not to talk, and Craig had...

There was a shout from the road. And the shout spoiled any intention Harry, the Goose, may have had for a second shot. Yet he knew that his first and only shot had gone wide of...

A part, at least, of what Craig had seen with the eye of his mind was right with regard to Joan Gracie. Intuitional, passionate, with both the passion native to youth and a natu...

The rumors that had thus far spread out as far as Clear Rapids and San Pedro, and farther yet, as a matter of fact, for this developing event in the neighborhood of Fairhaven wa...

There were still those who pawed at Zabrewski, poked at him with gun barrels and sticks. There was no chance of Zabrewski’s getting away. But that sudden cry of Craig’s--so loud...

And this was a big event to Daniel Craig, the sight of Joan Gracie up there at the window, so close to him, so _with_ him when he had believed himself alone. Nothing could have...

A stout man, rather flabby and down at the heel, had been standing for some time in the Cincinnati post office deeply interested, apparently, in his copy of the _Times Star_. Al...

That first Sunday out of Fairfield, Craig had earned his dinner by pumping the organ in that church where he had slept--making it a night and a day to recall his stern upbringin...

It was Jim Bartow, the man who had occupied cell No. 1 of the punishment block, back there in San Pedro. Not a bad sort. He had tried crime as an experiment. The experiment had...

As Craig looked at himself in the long mirror of his own room in the Ritz-Astor, that evening, there was no vanity in him, but he was satisfied with the appearance that he made....

From that first interview of his with the field marshals of the reform movement, Craig had slipped back again into the camp of the enemy. There was that girl named Violet, whom...

It was as if the voice were a harbinger of the rather more ghostly things that were to follow. As a matter of fact, the voice was one that Craig recognized. The recognition brou...

There had been a shiver and a scamper in that nether world of which Craig for a period had been the unwilling “Napoleon.” There was no doubt about that. The word had been passed...

Just eleven, by the illuminated dial of some obscure factory, when Leamy raised stricken eyes for a look about him. Still time! But he was getting old, getting a trifle fat and...

But all Craig wanted to do was to get a hold on the count that the count couldn’t break. Then he was running his prisoner off through the dark garden in the direction of the all...