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Doktor Nikola - Hvorledes Dr. Nikola fik den vidunderlige stok. Klassisk krimi-gys! Mød den skrupelløse men karismatiske Doktor Nikolas i en hæsblæsende jagt efter forbudte hemmeligheder. 188 s.Læs det andet bind af Guy Boothbys spændende saga om den mystiske, karismatiske Doktor Nikola og hans skånselsløse jagt på livets gåder med djævelsk list, hypnose og parapsykologiske evner. Samtidig en skarp forbryderhjerne – et værdigt alternativ til Arthur Conan Doyles Sherlock Holmes, der lige som Nikola optrådte i føljetoner i bladet The Strand til gys og glæde for forlystelsessyge læsere

Klassisk krimi-gys! Mød den skrupelløse men karismatiske Doktor Nikolas i en hæsblæsende jagt efter forbudte hemmeligheder. 188 s.Læs det første bind af Guy Boothbys spændende saga om den mystiske, karismatiske Doktor Nikola og hans skånselsløse jagt på livets gåder med djævelsk list, hypnose og parapsykologiske evner. Samtidig en skarp forbryderhjerne – et værdigt alternativ til Arthur Conan Doyles Sherlock Holmes, der lige som Nikola optrådte i føljetoner i bladet The Strand til gys og glæde for forlystelsessyge læsere

"Farewell, Nikola" is an ancient historical fiction story book written by Guy Boothby. Set in the latter a part of the nineteenth century, this exciting tale follows mysterious inventor Nikola Tesla on a bold task to foil a sinister taking part that threatens the entire globe. Boothby's tale takes area towards the history of a swiftly converting the arena, where scientific advances battle with historic mysteries and sinister powers. As Tesla races towards his time to resolve the mystery, readers are lured into an internet of intrigue complete of unexpected twists and turns. "Farewell, Nikola" is the second one half historic mystery and component speculative fiction, introducing readers to a universe where brilliance and insanity coexist. Boothby's vibrant descriptions and first rate characterizations deliver Tesla to life, as well as immersing audiences in an appreciably atmospheric narrative of chance and discovery. Within its basis, "Farewell, Nikola" celebrates the top notch power of human development and the undying enthusiasm of journey. This novel's exciting speed and complex tale will appeal to fans of each historical mysteries and futuristic fiction. Guy Boothby's first rate storytelling competencies shine via in this exquisite willpower to one of records's maximum captivating personalities.

Step into the shoes of detective Richard Devine as he solves the most baffling case of his career. With twists and turns at every corner, this classic mystery will keep you guessing until the very last page.This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it.This work is in the "public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

"A Cabinet Secret" through Guy Boothby is a thrilling novel that intertwines elements of thriller, espionage, and political intrigue. Boothby, an Australian-born author, turned into recognized for his prolific contributions to popular literature during the overdue nineteenth and early 20th centuries. The narrative follows the protagonist, Phyllis Benton, a younger female who by chance stumbles upon a political mystery of outstanding importance. As she becomes entangled in an internet of espionage and conspiracy, Phyllis finds herself pursued by way of nefarious forces searching for to defend the exclusive statistics she possesses. Boothby weaves a compelling tale of suspense, combining elements of romance and risk towards a backdrop of political machinations. The novel explores themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the results of uncovering country secrets. Boothby's writing is characterized through its rapid-paced plot, engaging characters, and sudden twists, maintaining readers on the brink in their seats. "A Cabinet Secret" reflects Boothby's adept storytelling and his ability to captivate audiences with a mix of genres. The novel's exploration of political intrigue and its effect on man or woman lives provides depth to the narrative.

""A Crime of the Under-Seas"" is a thrilling mystery novel written by Guy Boothby. The story follows the adventures of a young man named Felix Thurstan, who finds himself embroiled in a dangerous conspiracy involving a stolen diamond and a mysterious submarine. When the diamond is stolen from a wealthy merchant's office, suspicion falls on Felix's friend, Captain Weatherley. Determined to clear his friend's name, Felix sets out to uncover the truth behind the theft. Along the way, he encounters a cast of intriguing characters, including a beautiful young woman, a ruthless criminal mastermind, and a crew of seafaring adventurers. As Felix delves deeper into the mystery, he discovers that the stolen diamond is just the tip of the iceberg, and that a much greater danger lurks beneath the waves. With its fast-paced action, suspenseful plot, and colorful characters, ""A Crime of the Under-Seas"" is a classic tale of adventure and intrigue that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

Richard Hatteras, on holiday in Sydney, rescues a lovely young woman in distress, the start of a series of events that sees him falling in love and becoming ever more entangled in the machinations of the shadowy Doctor Nikola, villain, gentleman, and occult adventurer, who will stop at nothing to steal his prize. Boothby's Nikola may be the world's first modern super villain: he is a master of hypnotism and mind control, a telepathic adept, and an astral projectionist. He can cause ordinary men to see images in pools of liquid, and prophesy into the future. It's said that he knows the hour, moment, and method of his own demise.

We were in Venice; Venice the silent and mysterious; the one European city of which I never tire. My wife had not enjoyed good health for some months past, and for this reason we had been wintering in Southern Italy. After that we had come slowly north, spending a month in Florence, and a fortnight in Rome en route, until we found ourselves in Venice, occupying a suite of apartments at Galaghetti's famous hotel overlooking the Grand Canal. Our party was a small one; it consisted of my wife, her friend, Gertrude Trevor, and myself, Richard Hatteras, once of the South Sea Islands, but now of the New Forest, Hampshire, England.

Boothbys fifth novel of five about the notorious Doctor Nikola, an occultist anti-hero seeking immortality and world domination. Nikola may be the world's first modern super villain: he is a master of hypnotism and mind control, a telepathic adept, and an astral projectionist. He can cause ordinary men to see images in pools of liquid, and prophesy into the future. It's said that he knows the hour, moment, and method of his own demise. "At first I came to the conclusion that it must be a bat, or some night bird, but that theory exploded. Bats do not remain at the same exact distance from the floor, nor do they stand stationary behind a man's chair for any length of time. The hour will come, however, when it will be possible for us to see these things; I am on the track even now."

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"One of the most unjustly neglected crime and mystery authors of the turn of the century." -Peter Haining, "The Art of Mystery & Detection Stories" Dr. Nikola's Experiment is narrated by a young scientist, Dr. Douglas Ingleby. This entry in the celebrated Victorian crime series largely concerns Dr. Nikola's experimentation with the reversal of aging by perfecting the elixir vitae formula stolen from the Tibetan Lamaserai. The subject of Nikola's experiments is the dying Don Miguel de Moreno. While Nikola's experiments in restoring the Don to health and vigor succeed, it also derails his thinking and reduces him into a crazed homicidal maniac. The unrelenting Tibetan assassins on Nikola's trail also catch up with him in the explosive denouement. "You have never met Dr. Nikola, but you must do so without delay. I tell you, Ingleby, he is the most wonderful man with whom I have ever been brought in contact, and engaged in an experiment of the most incredible nature. When you have met him, I venture to think you will not doubt that he will carry it through."

Introducing Simon Carne, a gentleman thief predating both E. W. Hornung's A. J. Raffles and Maurice Leblanc's Arsène Lupin. The British Viceroy first meets Carne while traveling in India. Charmed, he invites the reclusive hunchbacked scholar to London, little suspecting that his guest is actually an adventurer and a master of disguise. Carne-aided by his loyal butler, Belton-embarks on a crime spree, stealing from London's richest citizens and then making fools of them by posing as a detective investigating the thefts.

How strange it seems, after this long lapse of time, to look back upon those days, and after all that has come between. When I think of the child whose curious fancies, strange whims, and still stranger life, I am about to portray, I find myself inclining towards what is certainly a feeling of bewilderment, and one that might almost be said to be akin to physical pain. That the little fellow I see in my mind's eye, playing so happily on the far side of that River of Years, can be myself, the man sitting in this chair, who, pen in hand, is trying so hard to arrange his thoughts, is to me scarcely believable. Between the two there looms so vast a difference, that it would appear as if no possible connecting link could serve to unite them with each other. Whether I am better or worse for the change must be left for more competent judges to declare.

"My dear Trevelyan: Never in my life have I been placed in such an awkward, not to say invidious, position. I am, as you know, a plain man, fond of a plain life and plain speaking, and yet I am about to imperil that reputation by communicating to you what I fancy you will consider the most extraordinary and unbelievable intelligence you have ever received in your life. For my own part I do not know what to think. I have puzzled over the matter until I am not in a position to judge fairly. You must, therefore, weigh the evidence, first for us both. For pity's sake, however, do not decide hastily. In dubiis benigniora semper sunt præferenda, as they used to say in our school days, must be our motto, and by it we must abide at any hazards. As far as I can see, we are confronted with one of the saddest and at the same time one of the most inexplicable cases ever yet recorded on paper. Reduced to its proper factors it stands as follows: Either Forrester has gone mad and dreamed it all, or he is sane and has suffered as few others have done in this world. In either case he is deserving of our deepest pity. In one way only are we fortunate. Knowing the man as we do, we are in a position to estimate the value of the accusations he brings against himself. Of one thing I am convinced-a more honourable being does not walk this earth. Our acquaintance with him is of equal length. We were introduced to him, and to each other, on one and the same occasion, upward of twelve years ago; and during that time I know I am right in saying neither of us ever had reason to doubt his word or the honour of a single action. Indeed, to my mind he had but one fault, a not uncommon one in these latter days of the nineteenth century. I refer to his somewhat morbid temperament and the consequent leaning toward the supernatural it produced in him.

Guy Newell Boothby (13 October 1867 - 26 February 1905) was a prolific Australian novelist and writer, noted for sensational fiction in variety magazines around the end of the nineteenth century. He lived mainly in England. He is best known for such works as the Dr Nikola series, about an occultist criminal mastermind who is a Victorian forerunner to Fu Manchu, and Pharos, the Egyptian, a tale of Gothic Egypt, mummies' curses and supernatural revenge. Rudyard Kipling was his friend and mentor, and his books were remembered with affection by George Orwell oothby was born in Adelaide to a prominent family in the recently established British colony of South Australia.[2] His father was Thomas Wilde Boothby, [3] who for a time was a member of the South Australian Legislative Assembly, three of his uncles were senior colonial administrators, and his grandfather was Benjamin Boothby (1803-1868), controversial judge of the Supreme Court of South Australia from 1853 to 1867.[4] When Boothby was aged approximately seven his English-born mother, whom he held in great regard, separated from his father and returned with her children to England. There he received a traditional English grammar school education at Salisbury, Lord Weymouth's Grammar (now Warminster School) and Christ's Hospital, Londo

Sheilah McLeod: A Heroine of the Back Blocks, is a classical and a rare book, that has been considered important throughout the human history, and so that this work is never forgotten we at Alpha Editions have made efforts in its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for present and future generations. This whole book has been reformatted, retyped and redesigned. These books are not made of scanned copies of their original work, and hence their text is clear and readable. This remarkable volume falls within the genres of Language and Literatures English literature

Guy Newell Boothby (1867-1905) was an Australian novelist and writer. Some of Boothby's earlier works relate to stories of Australian life, but later he turned to genre fiction. He was once well known for his series of five novels about Doctor Nikola, an occultist anti-hero seeking immortality and world domination. In "A Prince of Swindlers" he created the character of Simon Carne, a gentleman thief in the Raffles mould: Carne first appeared in 1897, predating Raffles by two years.

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I suppose to every man, at some period in his life, there comes some adventure upon which, in after life, he is destined to look back with a feeling that is very near akin to astonishment. Somebody has said that adventures are to the adventurous. In my case I must confess that I do not see how the remark applies. I was certainly fourteen years at sea, but in all that time, beyond having once fallen overboard in Table Bay, and, of course, the great business of which it is the purpose of this book to tell you, I cannot remember any circumstance that I could dignify with the title of an adventure.

I am of course prepared to admit that there are prettier places on the face of this earth of ours than Singapore; there are, however, I venture to assert, few that are more interesting, and certainly none that can afford a better study of human life and character. There, if you are so disposed, you may consider the subject of British Rule on the one hand, and the various aspects of the Chinese question on the other. If you are a student of languages you will be able to hear half the tongues of the world spoken in less than an hour's walk, ranging say from Parisian French to Pigeon English; you shall make the acquaintance of every sort of smell the human nose can manipulate, from the sweet perfume of the lotus blossom to the diabolical odour of the Durien; and every sort of cooking from a dainty vol-au-vent to a stuffed rat. In the harbour the shipping is such as, I feel justified in saying, you would encounter in no other port of its size in the world. It comprises the stately man-of-war and the Chinese Junk; the P. and O., the Messagerie Maritime, the British India and the Dutch mail-boat; the homely sampan, the yacht of the globe-trotting millionaire, the collier, the timber-ship, and in point of fact every description of craft that plies between the Barbarian East and the Civilized West. The first glimpse of the harbour is one that will never be forgotten; the last is usually associated with a desire that one may never set eyes on it again. He who would, of his own free will, settle down for life in Singapore, must have acquired the tastes of a salamander, and the sensibility of a frog.

Looking back on it now I can recall every circumstance connected with that day just as plainly as if it had all happened but yesterday. In the first place, it was about the middle of the afternoon, and the S.E. trade, which had been blowing lustily since ten o'clock, was beginning to die away according to custom. There had been a slight shower of rain in the forenoon, and now, standing in the verandah of my station looking across the blue lagoon with its fringe of boiling surf, it was my good fortune not only to have before me one of the finest pictures in the South Pacific, but to be able to distinctly smell the sweet perfume of the frangipani blossom and wild lime in the jungle which clothed the hillside behind me. I walked to one end[Pg 2] of the verandah and stood watching a group of native girls making tappa outside the nearest hut-then to the other, and glanced into my overflowing copra shed, and from it at the bare shelves of the big trade room opposite. The one, as I say, was full, the other sadly empty, and for more than a week I had been bitterly lamenting the non-arrival of the company's schooner, which was supposed to visit the island once every six months in order to remove my gains and to supply me with sufficient trade to carry me safely through the next half-year.

"I never knew such a fellow as you are for ferreting out these low, foreign eating-houses," said Godfrey Henderson to his friend, Victor Fensden, as they turned from Oxford Street into one of the narrow thoroughfares in the neighbourhood of Soho. "Why you should take such trouble, and at the same time do your digestion such irreparable injury, I can not imagine. There are any number of places where you can get a chop or steak, free of garlic, in a decent quarter of the Town, to say nothing of being waited upon by a man who does look as if he had been brave enough to face the dangers of washing once or twice within five years."

Night was falling, and Naples Harbour, always picturesque, appeared even more so than usual in the warm light of the departing day. The city itself, climbing up the hillside, almost from the water's edge, was coloured a pale pink by the sunset, and even old Vesuvius, from whose top a thin column of black smoke was issuing, seemed somewhat less sombre than usual. Out Ischiawards, the heavens were a mass of gold and crimson colouring, and this was reflected in the calm waters of the Bay, till the whole world was a veritable glow. Taken altogether, a more beautiful evening could scarcely have been desired. And yet it is not with the city, the mountain, or the sunset, that we have to do, but with the first movement of a conspiracy that was destined ultimately to shake one of the greatest Empires, the earth has ever seen, to the very foundations of its being.

The night was sweltering hot, even for Hong Kong. The town clock had just chimed a quarter-past ten, and though the actual sound of the striking had died away, the vibration of the bells lingered for nearly half a minute on the murky stillness of the air. In spite of the exertions of the punkah coolie, the billiard-room of the Occidental Hotel was like the furnace-doors of Sheol. Benwell, of the Chinese Revenue cutter Y-Chang, and Peckle, of the English cruiser Tartaric, stripped nearly to the buff, were laboriously engaged upon a hundred up; while Maloney, of the San Francisco mail-boat, and I, George De Normanville, looked on, and encouraged them with sarcasms and utterly irrational advice. Between times the subdued jabbering of a group of rickshaw coolies, across the pavement

There is an old saying that "one half of the world does not know how the other half lives," but how true this is very few of us really understand. In the East, indeed, it amounts almost to the marvellous. There are men engaged in trades there, some of them highly lucrative, of which the world in general has never heard, and which the ordinary stay-at-home Englishman would in all probability refuse to believe, even if the most trustworthy evidence were placed before him.

The manager of the new Imperial Restaurant on the Thames Embankment went into his luxurious private office and shut the door. Having done so, he first scratched his chin reflectively, and then took a letter from the drawer in which it had reposed for more than two months and perused it carefully. Though he was not aware of it, this was the thirtieth time he had read it since breakfast that morning. And yet he was not a whit nearer understanding it than he had been at the beginning.

Guy Newell Boothby (13 October 1867 - 26 February 1905) was a prolific Australian novelist and writer, noted for sensational fiction in variety magazines around the end of the nineteenth century. He lived mainly in England. He is best known for such works as the Dr Nikola series, about an occultist criminal mastermind who is a Victorian forerunner to Fu Manchu, and Pharos, the Egyptian, a tale of Gothic Egypt, mummies' curses and supernatural revenge. Rudyard Kipling was his friend and mentor, and his books were remembered with affection by George Orwell Boothby was born in Adelaide to a prominent family in the recently established British colony of South Australia.[2] His father was Thomas Wilde Boothby, [3] who for a time was a member of the South Australian Legislative Assembly, three of his uncles were senior colonial administrators, and his grandfather was Benjamin Boothby (1803-1868), controversial judge of the Supreme Court of South Australia from 1853 to 1867.[4] When Boothby was aged approximately seven his English-born mother, whom he held in great regard, separated from his father and returned with her children to England. There he received a traditional English grammar school education at Salisbury, Lord Weymouth's Grammar (now Warminster School) and Christ's Hospital, Londo

The Kidnapped President is a thrilling novel written by Guy Boothby in 1902. The story revolves around the kidnapping of the President of the United States, which leads to a series of dangerous and exciting events. The President is abducted while on a visit to England, and his captors demand a huge ransom for his release. The American government, desperate to get their leader back, sends two agents to England to investigate the kidnapping and negotiate with the kidnappers. The agents, Clifton and Vandel, are faced with numerous challenges as they try to rescue the President and bring the kidnappers to justice. They encounter a range of characters, including a beautiful spy, a ruthless criminal mastermind, and a mysterious woman who seems to know more than she lets on. As they delve deeper into the case, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal that threatens to unravel their mission. The Kidnapped President is a fast-paced and action-packed novel that keeps readers on the edge of their seats. Boothby's writing style is engaging and immersive, drawing readers into the story and making them feel like they are part of the action. The book also touches on themes of patriotism, loyalty, and the lengths that people will go to protect their country and their leaders. Overall, The Kidnapped President is a classic piece of literature that is sure to thrill and entertain readers of all ages.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

First and foremost it should be stated how I, Luke Sanctuary, came to be connected with this most extraordinary and, to say the least of it, mysterious business. For my own part, I do not doubt but that when you have read a few pages you will have come to the conclusion that, personally, I had no share in its actual making, for I am a man of peaceful disposition, as much unaccustomed as I am unfitted to bear a hand in such adventurous concerns; and what is perhaps more to the point, one who has never been out of England in the whole course of his existence.

Guy Newell Boothby (13 October 1867 - 26 February 1905) was a prolific Australian novelist and writer, noted for sensational fiction in variety magazines around the end of the nineteenth century. He lived mainly in England. He is best known for such works as the Dr Nikola series, about an occultist criminal mastermind who is a Victorian forerunner to Fu Manchu, and Pharos, the Egyptian, a tale of Gothic Egypt, mummies' curses and supernatural revenge. Rudyard Kipling was his friend and mentor, and his books were remembered with affection by George Orwell oothby was born in Adelaide to a prominent family in the recently established British colony of South Australia.[2] His father was Thomas Wilde Boothby, [3] who for a time was a member of the South Australian Legislative Assembly, three of his uncles were senior colonial administrators, and his grandfather was Benjamin Boothby (1803-1868), controversial judge of the Supreme Court of South Australia from 1853 to 1867.[4] When Boothby was aged approximately seven his English-born mother, whom he held in great regard, separated from his father and returned with her children to England. There he received a traditional English grammar school education at Salisbury, Lord Weymouth's Grammar (now Warminster School) and Christ's Hospital, Londo