The Raffles Megapack: The Complete Tales of the Amateur Cracksman, plus Pastiches and Continuations
E. W. Hornung, John Kendrick Bangs
Language: English
Pages: 664
ISBN: 2:00190919
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This mammoth compilation of Raffles works presents 26 short stories—all the tales from the original 3 collections, The Amateur Cracksman, The Black Mask, and A Thief in the Night—plus the novel Mr. Justice Raffles. Also included are 20 additional, related stories by E.W. Hornung and John Kendrick Bangs (including the adventures of Raffles' son), plus introductions, book covers, and notes. Whether you're an established fan of the "amateur cracksman" or a newcomer to E.W. Hornung's classic gentleman-thief, you'll find something new and entertaining in this volume!
Included are:
THE IDES OF MARCH
A COSTUME PIECE
GENTLEMEN AND PLAYERS
LE PREMIER PAS
WILFUL MURDER
NINE POINTS OF THE LAW
THE RETURN MATCH
THE GIFT OF THE EMPEROR
NO SINECURE
A JUBILEE PRESENT
THE FATE OF FAUSTINA
THE LAST LAUGH
TO CATCH A THIEF
AN OLD FLAME
THE WRONG HOUSE
THE KNEES OF THE GODS
OUT OF PARADISE
THE CHEST OF SILVER
THE REST CURE
THE CRIMINOLOGISTS' CLUB
THE FIELD OF PHILLIPI
A BAD NIGHT
A TRAP TO CATCH A CRACKSMAN
THE SPOILS OF SACRILEGE
THE RAFFLES RELICS
THE LAST WORD
MR. JUSTICE RAFFLES
A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS
THE BLACK HOLE OF GLENRANALD
"TO THE VILE DUST"
A BUSHRANGER AT BAY
THE TAKING OF STINGAREE
THE HONOR OF THE ROAD
THE PURIFICATION OF MULFERA
A DUEL IN THE DESERT
THE VILLAIN-WORSHIPPER
THE MOTH AND THE STAR
THE ADVENTURE OF THE DORRINGTON RUBY SEAL
THE ADVENTURE OF MRS. BURLINGAME'S DIAMOND STOMACHER
THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING PENDANTS
THE ADVENTURE OF THE BRASS CHECK
THE ADVENTURE OF THE HIRED BURGLAR
THE REDEMPTION OF YOUNG BILLINGTON RAND
THE NOSTALGIA OF NERVY JIM THE SNATCHER
THE ADVENTURE OF ROOM 407
THE MAJOR-GENERALS PEPPER-POTS
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some reason, he would not trust; he had insisted upon my dismissal as an essential preliminary to his part in the conspiracy. Here the details were half-humorous, half-grewsome, each in turn as Raffles told me the story. At one period he had been very daringly drugged indeed, and, in his own words, “as dead as a man need be”; but he had left strict instructions that nobody but the nurse and “my devoted physician” should “lay a finger on me” afterwards; and by virtue of this proviso a library of
Dan Levy. She had heard the whole, and even seen a little of that; in fact, she had gathered enough from Levy’s horrible imprecations to form later a rough but not incorrect impression of the situation between him and Raffles and me. As for the moneylender’s language, it was with a welcome gleam of humour that Miss Belsize assured me she had “gone too straight to hounds” in her time to be as completely paralysed by it as her mother’s neighbours might have been. And as for the revolver, it had
great face in which the teeth were chattering and from which all trace of color had flown. “I shouldn’t eat you for knowing who I am,” said he. “Honesty is still a wise policy in certain circumstances; but you know best.” “I know nothing about you, and care less,” retorted Vanheimert, sullenly, though the perspiration was welling out of him. “I come for a stroll because I couldn’t sleep, and I can’t see what all this barney’s about.” Stingaree dropped his hands. “Do you want to sleep?” “My
mouth. Two or three stertorous breaths, and the man was a log. I removed the handkerchief; I extracted the keys from his pocket. In less than five minutes I put them back, after winding the picture about my body beneath my Inverness cape. I took some whiskey and soda-water before I went. The train was easily caught—so easily that I trembled for ten minutes in my first-class smoking carriage—in terror of every footstep on the platform, in unreasonable terror till the end. Then at last I sat
at midnight.’ I won’t swear to my quotation, but I will to those stairs. They were as black that night as the inside of the safest safe in the strongest strong-room in the Chancery Lane Deposit. Yet I had not got far down them with my bare feet before I heard somebody else coming up in boots. You may imagine what a turn that gave me! It could not be Faustina, who went barefoot three seasons of the four, and yet there was Faustina waiting for me down below. What a fright she must have had! And all