chestra dashed through the coda of the waltz and ceased.
For stark amazement froze the words upon his tongue.
Coincident with the last pair of dancers performing their final gyration and the hum of voices assuming a louder tone, each of the men standing around the walls produced a brace of revolvers and covered the particular group nearest to him!
The conversational hum rose to a momentary roar, and ceased abruptly. The horns of taxi-cabs passing below could be plainly heard, and the drone and rattle of motor-buses. Men who had done good work in other emergencies looked down the gleaming barrels, back to the crowds of women--and had no inspiration, but merely wondered. Nobody moved. Nobody fainted.
"Held up!" came, in pronounced Kansas, from somewhere amongst the crush.
"Quick!" whispered Haredale. "We're overlooked! Through the conservatory, and----"
Rohscheimer and Haredale turned, together, and each found himself looking directly into the little
The other review kind of spoils the mystery in this novel. But its a good one. A good example of the pits of capitalism.
More fun than his Fu Manchu stuff.
Interesting early Rohmer story with mysterious Jewish Robin Hood anti-hero who blackmails the wealthy Jews of London. Some may see veiled anti-semitism, but it's actually quite pro-Hebrew. Writing is a bit mired in penny dreadful/dime novel prose, but an interesting and rare use of Jews in the pop culture of the day.