PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.
PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.
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PART FIRST—KAZMAH THE DREAM-READER CHAPTER I. A MESSAGE FOR IRVIN CHAPTER II. THE APARTMENTS OF KAZMAH CHAPTER III. KAZMAH CHAPTER IV. THE CLOSED DOOR CHAPTER V. THE DOOR IS OPENED CHAPTER VI. RED KERRY CHAPTER VII. FURTHER EVIDENCE CHAPTER VIII. KERRY CONSULTS THE ORACLE CHAPTER IX. A PACKET OF CIGARETTES CHAPTER X. SIR LUCIEN’S STUDY WINDOW CHAPTER XI. THE DRUG SYNDICATE
PART SECOND—MRS. SIN CHAPTER XII. THE MAID OF THE MASQUE CHAPTER XIII. A CHANDU PARTY CHAPTER XIV. IN THE SHADE OF THE LONELY PALM CHAPTER XV. METAMORPHOSIS CHAPTER XVI. LIMEHOUSE CHAPTER XVII. THE BLACK SMOKE CHAPTER XVIII. THE DREAM OF SIN SIN WA CHAPTER XIX. THE TRAFFIC CHAPTER XX. KAZMAH’S METHODS CHAPTER XXI. THE CIGARETTES FROM BUENOS AYRES CHAPTER XXII. THE STRANGLE-HOLD
PART THIRD—THE MAN FROM WHITEHALL CHAPTER XXIII. CHIEF INSPECTOR KERRY RESIGNS CHAPTER XXIV. TO INTRODUCE 719 CHAPTER XXV. NIGHT-LIFE OF SOHO CHAPTER XXVI. THE MOODS OF MOLLIE CHAPTER XXVII. CROWN EVIDENCE CHAPTER XXVIII. THE GILDED JOSS CHAPTER XXIX. DOUBTS AND FEARS CHAPTER XXX. THE FIGHT IN THE DARK CHAPTER XXXI. THE STORY OF 719 CHAPTER XXXII. ON THE ISLE OF DOGS
PART FOURTH—THE EYE OF SIN SIN WA CHAPTER XXXIII. CHINESE MAGIC CHAPTER XXXIV. ABOVE AND BELOW CHAPTER XXXV. BEYOND THE VEIL CHAPTER XXXVI. SAM TÛK MOVES CHAPTER XXXVII. SETON PASHA REPORTS CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE SONG OF SIN SIN WA CHAPTER XXXIX. THE EMPTY WHARF CHAPTER XL. COIL OF THE PIGTAIL CHAPTER XLI. THE FINDING OF KAZMAH CHAPTER XLII. A YEAR LATER CHAPTER XLIII. THE STORY OF THE CRIME
Monte Irvin, alderman of the city and prospective Lord Mayor of London, paced restlessly from end to end of the well-appointed library of his house in Prince’s Gate. Between his teeth he gripped the stump of a burnt-out cigar. A tiny spaniel lay beside the fire, his beady black eyes following the nervous movements of the master of the house.
At the age of forty-five Monte Irvin was not ill-looking, and, indeed, was sometimes spoken of as handsome. His figure was full without being corpulent; his well-groomed black hair and moustache and fresh if rather coarse complexion, together with the dignity of his upright carriage, lent him something of a military air. This he assiduously cultivated as befitting an ex-Territorial officer, although as he had seen no active service he modestly refrained from using any title of rank.
Some quality in his brilliant smile, an oriental expressiveness of the dark eyes beneath their drooping lids, hinted a Semitic strain; but it was otherwise not marked in his appearance, which was free from vulgarity, whilst essentially that of a successful man of affairs.
In fact, Monte Irvin had made a success of every affair in life with the lamentable exception of his marriage. Of late his forehead had grown lined, and those business friends who had known him for a man of abstemious habits had observed in the City chophouse at which he lunched almost daily that whereas formerly he had been a noted trencherman, he now ate little but drank much.
Arthur Conan Doyle
