The Clue of the Twisted Candle by Edgar Wallace
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John made a little face. "Poor devil," he said sardonically. "On the contrary," said Kara, "I am not to be pitied. There is a great criminal lost in you, Lexman." "Thank you," said John. "I am not being uncomplimentary, am I?" smiled the Greek. "I am merely referring to the ingenuity of your plots. Sometimes your books baffle and annoy me. If I cannot see the solution of your mysteries before the book is half through, it angers me a little. Of course in the majority of cases I know the solution before I have reached the fifth chapter." John looked at him in surprise and was somewhat piqued. "I flatter myself it is impossible to tell how my stories will end until the last chapter," he said. Kara nodded. "That would be so in the case of the average reader, but you forget that I am a student. I follow every little thread of the clue which you leave exposed." "You should meet T. X.," said John, with a laugh, as he rose from his chair to poke the fire. "T. X.?" |
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