Excerpts from the Book 'Alias The Lone Wolf':

... a dull, dour lot, taciturn to a degree that pleased him well. So that he soon forgot to be forever alert for the crack of an ambushed pistol or the ...
... are apt to be largely directed by the subconscious, he knew still he found it hard to believe that he could unwittingly have unshipped and dropped ...
... seen through the open and flapping front of his ulster) a tightly tailored light grey cutaway coat and trousers, with a double-breasted white waistcoat, ...
... Duchemin could run him down and if, on the contrary, he proved to be only a peaceable wayfarer, he was bound to be a dull companion on the road, ...
... en profile, as she bent forward, manipulating the gear-shift. Then the pistol spat again, its bullet struck him a blow of sickening agony in the side. Aware ...
... so lull them into carelessness with a false sense of security. A wrinkle appeared between the woman's eyebrows. How do you propose to accomplish that? ...
... the nearest railway station, Combe-Redonde, was equally out of the question, since to gain it one must pass through Nant, where Andr'e Duchemin was ...
... Her French was of the purest, a delight to listen to, yet she was in fact less French than English. Her paternal forebears to the third generation had ...
... take them. Unfortunately for Duchemin, that remains a mystery. Rather, I should say, fortunately for him. You would wrong him, then. But why, ...
... . Ah, monsieur, I tell you I know that woman too well! The girl's voice quavered with indignation. So that was how you came to know her, ...
... is measurably a creature of gestures stereotyped when the world was young: Lanyard patted the woman's hand as one might comfort an abused child. It ...
... she did with a frequency which testified to the heavy pressure of her thoughts-he kept an appreciative eye on Jules, conceding at length that Liane's adjective, ...
... cork out of the last pint bottle of champagne. He reckoned he had earned a drink if anybody ever had. Alias the Lone Wolf Chapter ...
... in Paris, this morning, and again to-night on the road to Cherbourg. The last time he saved his life, too, and Jules's. It was nothing, said the ...
... De Lorgnes and I had fixed that, if anything did happen to separate us, we'd each strike for Lyons and the one who got there first would ...
... that assassin is at liberty aboard this yacht, not one of our lives is worth a sou-no, not one! Oh, you shall have your search. Monk gave in as one ...
... at least of life, that everything is always possible. As for Liane, she made no secret of her unabated timidity, yet suffered it with such fortitude ...
... of the mystery which he found so baffling-you seem so well satisfied with the bona fides of your informant? There was a sound of stertorous breathing ...
... clear-headed. Fatal hour? The dear man promised to turn in his answer to our unselfish little proposition at six bells to-night and not later. Really? ...
... Delorme was propelled headlong into a corner, Monk thrown to his knees, Phinuit lifted out of his chair and flung sprawling into the arms of Lanyard, ...