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The Man in Lower Ten

Chapter 5 THE WOMAN IN THE NEXT CAR

Word Count: 1195    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

omething of relief I sank into a seat. I wanted to think, to try to remember the details of the previous night. But my inquisitive acquaintance had other intentions. He c

before him, he prepared to enjoy

n cheerfully. "What is your name and add

e and address," I parried. "What d

ke to gather data of this kind and draw my own conclusions. Most interesting and engrossing. Once

once who carried his handkerchief up his sleeve and had a m

Conan Doyle. Have you ever read Gaboriau? Ah, you have missed a treat, indeed. And now,

nded impatiently. "He didn't wri

looked hurt a

I had forgotten entirely the sealskin grip which the porter now sat at my feet, and I had not investigated the pocket

pair of gray suede gloves, new, size seven and a half; left-hand pocket, gun-metal cigarette case studded with pearls, half-full of Egyptian ciga

the name Henry Pinckney Sullivan, and a leather flask with gold mounting

bably. Have you noticed that it is almost always the blond men who affect a very light gray, with a touch of red in the scarf? Fact, I assur

I was amused at t

nds and smiled at me delightedly. "Then you wore black shoes, not

ll have a motive for the crime, and the murderer's present place of hiding. And if you come bac

d got up. "I wonder if there is a diner on?" I sa

ee the young woman whose face was so vaguely familiar. In t

as looking in a puzzled fashion at my coat. I felt all the cringing guilt of a man who

ght brown hair, with a loose wave in it that drops over her ears, and dark blue eyes with black

her. "One of the ladies at the end of car has fain

ey had opened her collar and taken out her hairpins, whatever good that might do. The stout woman was vigorously rubbing her wrists, w

shion between her lips as she leaned back, with clo

lies back that way I could almost think i

in one night and on one car. I'm thankful I always wear my rings in

ve glance which she threw at her traveling companion, the small woman I had noticed before. There was an exchan

bustled in with a remark about its being his busy day. The amateur detective and the porter together mounted guard over lower ten. Outside the heat rose in shimmering waves from the tracks: the very wood of the car w

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“The Man in Lower Ten (serialized in magazines in 1906) was published as a novel in 1910, and immediately rose to number four on the best-seller list. Combining murder, mystery, and romance, Rinehart's celebrated novel is sure to keep readers in delightful suspense. In order to pick up legal papers in another city, a young lawyer, Lawrence Blakely, must travel from Pittsburgh to Baltimore on what he expects to be an uneventful train ride. However the trip quickly becomes anything but boring; Blakely's papers are stolen, and his car bunk "lower ten" is occupied by a dead body. But that's not all Blakely finds himself in the middle of. He also grapples with a deadly train wreck, a ghostly haunting, and a sexy yet possibly dangerous love interest.”