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FIRE-TONGUE
By Sax Rohmer
CONTENTS
I. A CLIENT FOR PAUL HARLEY
II. THE SIXTH SENSE
III. SHADOWS
IV. INTRODUCING MR. NICOL BRINN
V. "THE GATES OF HELL"
VI. PHIL ABINGDON ARRIVES
VII. CONFESSIONS
VIII. A WREATH OF HYACINTHS
IX. TWO REPORTS
X. HIS EXCELLENCY ORMUZ KHAN
XI. THE PURPLE STAIN
XII. THE VEIL IS RAISED
XIII. NICOL BRINN HAS A VISITOR
XIV. WESSEX GETS BUSY
XV. NAIDA
XVI. NICOL BRINN GOES OUT
XVII. WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEY
XVIII. WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEY (continued)
XIX. WHAT HAPPENED TO HARLEY (concluded)
XX. CONFLICTING CLUES
XXI. THE SEVENTH KAMA
XXII. FIRE-TONGUE SPEAKS
XXIII. PHIL ABINGDON'S VISITOR
XXIV. THE SCREEN OF GOLD
XXV. AN ENGLISHMAN'S HONOUR
XXVI. THE ORCHID OF SLEEP
XXVII. AT HILLSIDE
XXVIII.THE CHASE
XXIX. THE CATASTROPHE
XXX. NICOL BRINN'S STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE
XXXI. STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (continued)
XXXII. STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (continued)
XXXIII.STORY OF THE CITY OF FIRE (continued)
XXXIV. NICOL BRINN'S STORY (concluded)
CHAPTER I
A CLIENT FOR PAUL HARLEY
Some of Paul Harley's most interesting cases were brought to his
notice in an almost accidental way. Although he closed his office
in Chancery Lane sharply at the hour of six, the hour of six by
no means marked the end of his business day. His work was
practically ceaseless. But even in times of leisure, at the club
or theatre, fate would sometimes cast in his path the first
slender thread which was ultimately to lead him into some
unsuspected labyrinth, perhaps in the underworld of London,
perhaps in a city of the Far East.
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