Mystery Strikes at Ragstaff Hill
The Bimbashi Meets Up with A 14
Murder Strikes at Lychgate
The Laughing Buddha Finds a Purchaser
Warning from Rose of the Desert
Lotus Yuan Lases Her Vanity Case
The Scarab of Lapis Lazuli
Vengeance at the Lily Pool
Adventure in the Libyan Desert
Pool-o’-the-Moon Sees Bimbashi Baruk
y to improve my rotten painting, I confess that this long spell of inactivity is very boring."
Prescott glanced at the dark, aquiline face, now faintly touched with melancholy.
"Care for a job?" he asked abruptly.
Baruk's eyes lighted up from within.
"Rather! Got one for me?"
"Let's go into the Bull. Better if we're not seen together."
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MISS ANSTRUTHER, her simple lunch dispatched, sat in the cottage porch drinking a cup of coffee and enjoying one of the three cigarettes which she allowed herself per them. A spell of Riviera sunshine blessed the West Country, and daring buds peeped out among the thorns of a rambler rose which bowered her.
Suddenly she looked up.
A man had rested a bicycle against the gate and was coming along the paved path toward her. He was a dark man, undeniably good looking in a vaguely sinister way, and he wore breeches and riding boots and some unfamiliar sort of leather jerkin. He had a swinging stride which Miss Anstr