Bøger af William Le Queux

"See! It's-it's in my kit-bag, over there! The thing-the Thing at which the whole world will stand aghast!" The thin, white-faced, grey-bearded man lying on his back in bed roused himself with difficulty, and with skinny finger pointed at his strong but battered old leather bag lying in the corner of the small hotel bedroom.

On the eve of the First World War, two friends go on a fishing holiday in Scotland before joining up. While staying at the house of retired General McLeod they become aware of mysterious apparitions on the loch. Matters turn more serious when Myra, the general's daughter is struck blind at the same place as the apparitions were seen. The two set out to investigate the cause of the strange events, and what role, if any, the rich American has in the affair, as they try to solve.. Mystery of the Green Ray!

Yes; it was utterly inexplicable. So strange, indeed, were all the circumstances, and so startling the adventures that befell me in my search after truth, that until to-day I have hesitated to relate the narrative, which is as extraordinary as it is unique in the history of any living man. If it were not for the fact that a certain person actively associated with this curious drama of our latter day civilisation, has recently passed to the land that lies beyond the human ken, my lips would have perforce still remained sealed.

... Not often did the Majestic, so freely patronised by the stockbroker and the newly-rich, hold as guest any person equalling the Prince in social distinction, yet at the same time so modest and retiring. The blatant persons overcrowding the hotel that August Sunday, those pompous, red-faced men in summer clothes and white boots, and those over-dressed women in cream silk blouses and golden chatelaines, mostly denizens of Kensington or Regent's Park, had been surprised when an hour ago he had walked along the hall and gone outside to speak with his chauffeur. He was so very good-looking, such a sportsman, and so very English they whispered. And half of those City men's wives were instantly dying for an opportunity of speaking with him, so that they could return to their suburban friends and tell of their acquaintance with the cousin of his Imperial Majesty the Kaiser. But Prince Albert of Hesse-Holstein was thinking of other things. He had no use for that over-fed Sunday crowd, with their slang chatter, their motor-cars and their gossip of "bithneth," through which he had just passed. He drew half a dozen times at his yellow Russian cigarette, tossed it away, and lit another. He was thinking of his visitor who had just left, and-well, there remained a nasty taste in his mouth. The man had told him something-something that was not exactly pleasant...

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"... Herr Strantz, the German engineer, a dark-haired, round-faced, middle-aged man, came forward, and, recognising the pair as visitors of the previous day, greeted them warmly in rather imperfect English, and bowed them into where, ranged on a long table, the whole length of the left-hand wall, stood a great quantity of mysterious-looking electrical appliances with a tangle of connecting wires, while below the tables stood a row of fully fifty large batteries, such as are used in telegraph work. On the table, amid that bewildering assortment of queer-looking instruments, all scrupulously clean and highly polished, were two small brass lamps burning behind a long, narrow strip of transparent celluloid whereon was marked a minute gauge. On the edge of the table, before these lamps, was a switch, with black ebonite handle. As the two Englishmen entered, the German's eyes caught the small, round brass clock and noted that it was time to make the test-every five minutes, night and day, while the cable was in process of completion..."

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The mystic hour of the desert afterglow. A large, square wooden veranda covered by a red and white awning, above a wide silent sweep of flowing river, whose huge rocks, worn smooth through a thousand ages, raised their backs about the stream, a glimpse of green feathery palms and flaming scarlet poinsettias on the island opposite, and beyond the great drab desert, the illimitable waste of stony, undulating sands stretching away to the infinite, and bathed in the blood-red light of the dying day.

To those who, like myself, have moved in the Continental underworld of spies and spying, the name of "Sant of the Secret Service" is synonymous with all that is ingenious, resourceful, and daring. In the Intelligence Departments of London, Paris, Rome, and New York, the name of "Sant of the Secret Service" is to-day one to conjure with.

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Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of The German Spy System from Within. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by William Le Queux, which is now, at last, again available to you. Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have The German Spy System from Within in EPUB AND PDF format to read on any tablet, eReader, desktop, laptop or smartphone simultaneous - Get it NOW. Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside The German Spy System from Within: Look inside the book: The present policy-in face of what the Government know, and what I myself know, as one who has spent the past seven years in studying the German Secret Service system and patiently watching its agents-allows, for example, Baron von Bulow, brother of the German ex-Chancellor, to live comfortably at Putney, in the full enjoyment of a telephone; it mysteriously reverses many military orders for the removal of alien enemies from prohibited areas, providing always that those persons are of the better class; it allows signals to be sent nightly from our shores to the sea, and vice versa; it releases about 1,000 aliens monthly from the internment-camps; it has attempted to gag the Press, and is, to-day-as I will presently prove-stifling all inquiries into the doing of spies among us. ...The "syndicalism" of the present day is a realisation of a dream that Stieber dreamed-not for the purpose of benefiting the working classes, though, but with a view to rendering an enemy powerless against Germany in case of war; the division of the German secret service into two branches, known respectively as the department of political action and the department of espionage proper, was intended by Stieber to set up a section, under the former title, which should take advantage of the working classes in France-and in England as well-by causing them to act innocently against the best interests of their country in the belief that they were following out their own ideals and winning freedom for democracy. About William Le Queux, the Author: He was also a diplomat (honorary consul for San Marino), a traveller (in Europe, the Balkans and North Africa), a flying buff who officiated at the first British air meeting at Doncaster in 1909, and a wireless pioneer who broadcast music from his own station long before radio was generally available; his claims regarding his own abilities and exploits, however, were usually exaggerated. ...Le Queux mainly wrote in the genres of mystery, thriller, and espionage, particularly in the years leading up to World War I, when his partnership with British publishing magnate Lord Northcliffe led to the serialised publication and intensive publicising (including actors dressed as German soldiers walking along Regent Street) of pulp-fiction spy stories and invasion literature such as The Invasion of 1910, The Poisoned Bullet, and Spies of the Kaiser.

"The Invasion" from William Le Queux. Anglo-French journalist and writer (1864-1927).

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"May she ever imitate the holy women of former times, and may the Evil One have no share in her actions." The nuptial blessing was droned monotonously in French by a stout rubicund priest, who wore soiled and crumpled vestments. The scene was strange and impressive. Upon a tawdry altar, in a small bare chapel, two candles flickered unsteadily. The gloomy place was utterly devoid of embellishment, with damp-stained, white-washed walls, a stone floor, dirty and uneven, and broken windows patched with paper. Over the man and woman kneeling at the steps the priest outstretched his hands, and pronounced the benediction. When he had concluded a gabbled exhortation and premonishment, they rose. The weary-eyed man regained his feet quickly, gazing a trifle sadly at his companion, while the latter, with a scarcely perceptible sigh, got up slowly, and affectionately embraced her newly-wedded husband.

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First published in 1922, this novel by best-selling author William Le Queux is a mystery around a wireless machine.(i.e. a radio). A young man who happens to be an amateur radio enthusiast is walking home one night when he comes across an injured young woman in a forest begging for help. She dies in his arms, and he goes for help - but he then disappears. When he is found, days later, he seems to have lost his mind and memories, and no one can find the body of the girl. He is determined to find out what happened. A mysterious woman named Freda, who his father warned him about, is determined that he never will.

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The Seven Secrets is a novel written by William Le Queux and first published in 1903. The story revolves around the mysterious disappearance of a wealthy businessman named John Minute, who has left behind a fortune worth millions of pounds. The investigation into his disappearance leads to the discovery of seven secrets that Minute had kept hidden from the world.The protagonist of the story is a young lawyer named Ronald Standish, who is hired by Minute's niece, Sylvia, to investigate her uncle's disappearance. Standish is initially skeptical about the case, but he becomes intrigued as he uncovers more and more about Minute's secrets.As Standish delves deeper into the case, he encounters a number of intriguing characters, including a beautiful and enigmatic woman named Madame Koluchy, who seems to have some connection to Minute's disappearance. Standish also discovers that Minute had enemies who would stop at nothing to get their hands on his fortune.As the plot unfolds, Standish finds himself drawn into a web of deceit and danger, as he races against time to uncover the truth about Minute's disappearance and the seven secrets that he had kept hidden from the world.The Seven Secrets is a gripping mystery novel that combines elements of suspense, romance, and intrigue. Le Queux's writing style is engaging and fast-paced, making this book a page-turner from start to finish. It is a must-read for fans of classic mystery novels and anyone who enjoys a good whodunit.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.

"That man knows too much!" "Do you really think he overheard?" "He may not have done. But we must take no risks, my dear fellow. Remember we are at war! With people who know too much there's but one way-dismissal," declared Lewin Rodwell, the tall, well-groomed middle-aged man, in morning-coat and grey trousers, who stood in the panelled boardroom with his chairman, Sir Boyle Huntley, the other directors having left after the weekly meeting of the board.

You will recollect our first meeting on that sunny afternoon when, in the stuffy, nauseating atmosphere of perspiration and a hundred Parisian perfumes, we sat next each other at the first roulette table on the right as you enter the rooms at Monte Carlo? Ah! how vivid it is still before my eyes, the jingle of gold and the monotonous cries of the croupiers.

From a derelict shed adjoining a lonely road which stretched for miles across the Norfolk fens, a strange shape slid silently into the night mist. It was a motor-car of an unfamiliar design. The body, of gleaming aluminium, was of unusual width, and was lifted high above the delicate chassis and spidery bicycle wheels that seemed almost too fragile to bear the weight of an engine.

"And he died mysteriously?" "The doctors certified that he died from natural causes-heart failure." "That is what the world believes, of course. His death was a nation's loss, and the truth was hushed up. But you, Phil Poland, know it. Upon the floor was found something-a cigar-eh?"

The fifteenth of January, 1907, fell on a Tuesday. I have good cause to remember it. In this narrative of startling fact there is little that concerns myself. It is mostly of the doings of others-strange doings though they were, and stranger still, perhaps, that I should be their chronicler.

"To-morrow? To-morrow, my dear Claude! Why, there may not be a to-morrow for you-or for me, when it comes to that-eh?" "Yes. You're quite right, old son," was my cheerful reply. "I'm quite aware that these experiments are confoundedly dangerous-and, besides, there are nasty wind-pockets about just now. I got into a deadly one yesterday afternoon, just across the line at Mill Hill."

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