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Название: The Beloved Traitor (Mystery Classic)

Автор: Frank L. Packard

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       Frank L. Packard

      The Beloved Traitor

      (Mystery Classic)

      

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      Table of Contents

       Book I: Bernay-sur-mer

       I. The House on the Bluff

       II. The Keepers of the Light

       III. The Beacon

       IV. Strangers within the Gates

       V. "Who is Jean Laparde?"

       VI. The Gift

       VII. Where Glory Awaits

       VIII. Shadows Before

       IX. Forked Roads

       X. A Daughter of France

       XI. The Pendulum

       Book II: Two Years Later

       I. The Duplicity of Father Anton

       II. 26 Rue Vanitaire

       III. In the Dead of the Night

       IV. The Accusation

       V. The Secret Model

       VI. "Jean Must Not Know"

       VII. Mea Culpa

       VIII. Flight

       IX. Myrna's Strategy

       X. Through the Fog

       XI. The "Death" of Jean Laparde

       XII. At the "Gateway"

       XIII. Dawn

       XIV. The Statue of Dreams

      There is a Valley called the Valley of Illusion, but beyond it, sun-crowned, is the Peak of Eternal Truth—and the Way from the Valley to the Peak is sore beset, for the Way is the Understanding of Things Real, and its Achievement is the Fullness of Life.

      Book I: Bernay-sur-mer

       Table of Contents

      I

       The House on the Bluff

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      It was a wilder gust than any that had gone before. It tore along the beach with maniacal fury; and, shrieking in a high, devilishly-gleeful falsetto, while the joints of the little inn, rheumatic with age, squeaked in its embrace, shook the Taverne du Bas Rhône much after the fashion of a terrier shaking a rat. And with that gust, loosening the dilapidated fastening on the casement, a window crashed inward, shattering the pane against the wall.

      "Sacré bleu!" shouted a man, springing smartly to his feet from his seat at a small table as the rain lashed him. "What a dog of a night!"

      Against the opposite wall, tilted back in a chair, Papa Fregeau, the patron, a rotund, aproned little individual, stopped the humming of his song.

      "Tiens!" said he fatuously. "But it is worse than that, Alcide, since it is bad for business—hah! Not a franc profit to-night—the Bas Rhône is desolated." And he resumed his song:

      "In Languedoc, where the wine flows free,

       We drink to——"

      "Hold your bibulous tongue, Jacques Fregeau, and get something with which to fix that window before we are as wet inside as you!"—it was Madame Fregeau, stout, middle-aged and rosy, already hurrying to the aid of the first speaker, who was wrestling with the dismantled fastening.

      Usually the nightly resort of the little fishing village of Bernay-sur-Mer, the Bas Rhône, inn, cabaret, tavern or cafe, as it was variously styled, now held but two others in the room that was habitually crowded to suffocation. One was a young man, sturdily built, with a tanned, clean-cut face, smooth-shaven save for a small black moustache, whose rumpled black hair straggled in pleasing disarray over his forehead; the other was older, a man of forty, whose skin СКАЧАТЬ