A sci-fi short story with a strong female character, clearly written by a woman. You can tell the difference between a story like this and, say, The Kenzie Report, with all men. Very well done with all the characters (including the cat) well-constructed, good descriptions and a tight plot.
A mismatched man, woman, and her cat go in search of a haunted, derelict space luxury liner. The danger starts when they find it. The story will keep your attention.
Some interesting moments and characters but melodramatic, a plot too dependent upon coincidence, and loaded with propaganda in a defense of Britain in WW I. Un-needed propaganda one would think, for it was published in 1920.
Oppenheim has, among other irritating quirks, a tendency to tease by offering the beginning of clues, only to withdraw or interrupt them as an artificial means of maintaining mystery. Despite that, chances are you'll identify the murderer before he confesses.
What's more, neither hero or heroine respopnd realistically to motivation.
Those of us who've read much of Len Deighton and John LeCarre, not to mention true narratives of espionage, can only gape at the extremely weak security procedures described in this novel. In addition, the mole (or a choice between two moles) is apparent early on, and narrows down well before the end.
Yes, the characters are decent and the setting pleasing, but realism is mighty sparse.
I'm becoming quite put out with Oppenheim. This story makes a promising start, having a deeply-flawed but sympathetic hero, and an attractive if unbelievably angelic heroine.
Goes downhill as the hero begins to make it a habit to blab about his crime at the drop of a hat, while showing a naive conviction in his own safety from the law. Not to worry, however, as he manages to bring out the mother instinct in all women, and they'll protect him. More than that, his enemy turns into a forgiving Christian gentleman for almost no reason at all.
The Double Four conspiracy up against the Triple Three. Wondering who'll win?
2 x 4 = 8, while 3 x 3 = 9. Simple, eh?
Written as a series of diary entries by a dead scientist, this is the story of a radio researcher who turns his antenna down--at the ants--instead of up into the sky.
Of course, talking to ants has its risks.
Not a terribly creative story, just okay.
A man pays a visit to his doctor for another rejuvenation shot, but what's in the shot?
It's a very short, one ah-ha story, too short to have a plot or character development.
The Earth's conquerors allow the remaining Earthlings to live in their museum/reservations, and graduating classes of conqueror children visit the museums to view the specimens and learn about history. But not all the specimens are tame.
The plotting is kind of clunky (there's no reason for the changeling question,) and the characters are hard to tell apart. An okay story, nothing special.