The Weapons of Mystery. Hocking Joseph

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       Joseph Hocking

      The Weapons of Mystery

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664601995

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

      I. INTRODUCES THE WRITER AND OTHERS

      II. CHRISTMAS EVE

      III. CHRISTMAS MORNING

      IV. VOLTAIRE'S STORY OF THE EAST

      V. CHRISTMAS NIGHT—THE FORGING OF THE CHAIN

      VI. AFTERWARDS

      VII. DREARWATER POND

      VIII. DARKNESS AND LIGHT

      IX. THE HALL GHOST

      X. THE COMING OF THE NIGHT

      XI. DARK DREAMS AND NIGHT SHADOWS

      XII. A MIDNIGHT CONFERENCE

      XIII. A MESMERIST'S SPELL

      XIV. GOD

      XV. BEGINNING TO SEARCH

      XVI. STRUGGLING FOR VICTORY

      XVII. USING THE ENEMY'S WEAPONS

      XVIII. NEARING THE END

      XIX. THE SECOND CHRISTMAS EVE

      CHAPTER I

       Table of Contents

      INTRODUCES THE WRITER AND OTHERS

      My story begins on the morning of December 18, 18—, while sitting at breakfast. Let it be understood before we go further that I was a bachelor living in lodgings. I had been left an orphan just before I came of age, and was thus cast upon the world at a time when it is extremely dangerous for young men to be alone. Especially was it so in my case, owing to the fact that at twenty-one I inherited a considerable fortune. One thing saved me from ruin, viz. a passionate love for literature, which led me to make it my profession. I had at the time of my story been following the bent of my inclinations for two years with a fair amount of success, and was regarded by those who knew me as a lucky fellow. That is all I think I need say concerning myself prior to the time when my story opens, except to tell my name; but that will drop out very soon. I had not made very great inroads into the omelette my landlady had prepared for me when I heard the postman's knock, and soon after a servant entered with a letter. One only. I had expected at least half-a-dozen, but only one lay on the tray before me.

      "Are you sure this is all, Jane?" I asked.

      "Quite sure, sir," said Jane, smiling, and then with a curtsey she took her leave.

      The envelope was addressed in a bold hand-writing to—

       Justin M. Blake, Esq., Gower Street, London, W.

      "Surely I know the writing," I mused, and then began to look at the postmarks as if a letter were something of very uncommon occurrence. I could make nothing of the illegible smear in the corner, however, and so opened it, and read as follows:—

      Dear old Justin Martyr,

      I suppose you have about forgotten your old schoolfellow, Tom Temple, and it's natural you should; but he has not forgotten you. You see, you have risen to fame, and I have remained in obscurity. Ah well, such is the fate of that community called 'country gentlemen.' But this is not what I want to write about, and I am going straight to the real object of this letter.

      We—that is, mother, the girls, and myself—are contemplating a real jolly Christmas. We are inviting a few friends to spend Christmas and New Year with us, and we wish you to make one of the number. Will you come and spend a fortnight or so at Temple Hall? Of course it is rather quiet here, but we are going to do our best to make it more lively than usual. The weather looks frosty, and that promises skating. We have a few good horses, so that we can have some rides across the country. There is also plenty of shooting, hunting, etc., etc. Altogether, if you will come and

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