The Man in the Twilight. Cullum Ridgwell

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664601483

Table of Contents

       Part I

       Chapter I—The Crisis

       Chapter II—The Man With The Mail

       Chapter III—Idepski

       Chapter IV—The "Yellow Streak"

       Chapter V—Nancy Mcdonald

       Chapter VI—Nathaniel Hellbeam

       Part II—Eight Years Later

       Chapter I—Bull Sternford

       Chapter II—Father Adam

       Chapter III—Bull Learns Conditions

       Chapter IV—Drawing The Net

       Chapter V—The Progress Of Nancy

       Chapter VI—The Lonely Figure

       Chapter VII—The Skandinavia Moves

       Chapter VIII—An Affair Of Outposts

       Chapter IX—On The Open Sea

       Chapter X—In Quebec

       Chapter XI—Drawn Swords

       Chapter XII—At The Chateau

       Chapter XIII—Deepening Waters

       Chapter XIV—The Planning Of Campaign

       Chapter XV—The Sailing Of The Empress

       Chapter XVI—On Board The Empress

       Chapter XVII—The Lonely Figure Again

       Chapter XVIII—Bull Sternford'S Vision Of Success

       Chapter XIX—The Hold-Up

       Chapter XX—On The Home Trail

       Chapter XXI—The Man In The Twilight

       Chapter XXII—Dawn

       Chapter XXIII—Nancy

       Chapter XXIV—The Coming Of Spring

       Chapter XXV—Nancy's Decision

       Chapter XXVI—The Message

       Chapter XXVII—Lost In The Twilight

Part I

       Table of Contents

Chapter I—The Crisis

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      They sat squarely gazing into each other's eyes. Bat Marker had only one mood to express. It was a mood that suggested determination to fight to a finish, to fight with the last ounce of strength, the last gasp of breath. He was sitting at the desk, opposite his friend and employer, Leslie Standing, and his small grey eyes were shining coldly under his shaggy, black brows. His broad shoulders were squared aggressively.

      There was far less display in the eyes of Leslie Standing. They were wide with a deep pre-occupation. But then Standing was of very different type. His pale face, his longish black hair, brushed straight back from an abnormally high forehead, suggested the face of a student, even a priest. Harker was something of the roused bull-dog, strong, rugged, furious; a product of earth's rough places.

      "Give us that last bit again."

      Bat's tone matched his attitude. It was abrupt, forceful, and he thrust out a hand pointing at the letter from which the other had been reading.