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932613The Mystery of the Crossed Needles: Nick Carter and the Yellow Tonghttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-mystery-of-the-crossed-needles-nick-carter-and-the-yellow-tong/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/814237/8559dd3f-66d6-40dc-8618-4f2379714e47.jpg?v=6383363306146700009797MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/929574The Mystery of the Crossed Needles: Nick Carter and the Yellow Tong9797https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-mystery-of-the-crossed-needles-nick-carter-and-the-yellow-tong/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/814237/8559dd3f-66d6-40dc-8618-4f2379714e47.jpg?v=638336330614670000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20229781465672414_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_<p>The electric bell from Andrew Andertons study rang sharply. It was close to the ear of the butler dozing in his little room off the hall at the back of the main staircase, and he awoke with a start. Lord love im! exclaimed that functionary, stalking to the door with as much haste as his dignity would permit. Why doesnt e stop ringing? I eard im the first time, without im keeping the blooming bell going all the time. Then, as he reached the door and made for the stairs, he continued grumblingly: All right, Mr. Anderton. I ear you. You certainly are a most impatient gentleman. I never seed anything like you for urrying a man, not even in the old country. Though the Marquis of Silsbymy last master before I left Englandwas a asty sort of gentleman, too. This was the way e always acted. Wanted me to be right on the spot as soon as he touched the bell, although e knew very well I was two floors below im. My word! That bells still ringing. I can ear it from up ere. The butler, by this time, was on the second floor of the handsome house in upper Fifth Avenue, where Andrew Anderton, the millionaire traveler and Oriental student, lived. He pushed open the door of the study. Did you ring, sir? He had these words out, from force of habit, before he even looked around the room. When he did, he gave utterance to a shout that brought a maid, who had been passing along the hallway, surging in, white-faced and round-eyed, to see what was the matter. Andrew Anderton, in the handsome, velvet, embroidered dressing gown he generally wore when alone in his study, was lying across the floor, face down. His body, pressed on the electric foot button, kept the bell below ringing continuously. Whats the matter with him, Ruggins? whispered the maid. The butler knelt by the side of the still figure and gently turned it over. The face of the student was whitethe awful gray white of a corpseand the eyes were closed. The expression was peaceful. There was nothing in it to suggest that he had died a violent death, or even that he had suffered as he passed away. Heart disease, I should say, murmured Ruggins. Telephone for Doctor Miles, Amelia. The girl took up the desk telephone on the large, heavy table that Andrew Anderton had been writing at when stricken, and called up Doctor Theophilus Miles, who had been a lifelong friend of the dead man, as well as his physician. As she telephoned she pointed mutely to a pen that evidently had dropped from the fingers of the master at the moment of his collapse, for it was still wet with black ink, and there was a smudge of it on the white paper of the letter he had been inditing. Yes, I see, nodded Ruggins. It was awfully sudden. E must ave been took all at once. I wonder whether it was eart disease, after all. He opened the front of the velvet dressing gownwhich was not fastened, but had fallen togetherand gave vent to a mumbled ejaculation, as he saw that the waistcoat was open. And is shirt is the same way, he went on. You can see is bare flesh. Ello! Whats this? Something glittering had caught his eye. A closer look revealed two long needles, crossed and welded together in the center, where they were in contact with each other. Save us! muttered the butler. This is murder! The points of both needles were deeply embedded in the flesh on the left side, and Ruggins knew at once that they pierced the heart! His first impulse was to pull the needles away. Then some vague recollection of something he had heard about the illegality of touching a body until it had been viewed by a coroner held his hand. Ill wait till the doctor comes, anyhow. My poor masters dead. It wouldnt do im any good to take out the needles. Ave you got the doctor, Amelia? Yes. He will be here in five minutes. His automobile is all ready at his door, and he will come right along.</p>(*_*)9781465672414_<p>The electric bell from Andrew Andertons study rang sharply. It was close to the ear of the butler dozing in his little room off the hall at the back of the main staircase, and he awoke with a start. Lord love im! exclaimed that functionary, stalking to the door with as much haste as his dignity would permit. Why doesnt e stop ringing? I eard im the first time, without im keeping the blooming bell going all the time. Then, as he reached the door and made for the stairs, he continued grumblingly: All right, Mr. Anderton. I ear you. You certainly are a most impatient gentleman. I never seed anything like you for urrying a man, not even in the old country. Though the Marquis of Silsbymy last master before I left Englandwas a asty sort of gentleman, too. This was the way e always acted. Wanted me to be right on the spot as soon as he touched the bell, although e knew very well I was two floors below im. My word! That bells still ringing. I can ear it from up ere. The butler, by this time, was on the second floor of the handsome house in upper Fifth Avenue, where Andrew Anderton, the millionaire traveler and Oriental student, lived. He pushed open the door of the study. Did you ring, sir? He had these words out, from force of habit, before he even looked around the room. When he did, he gave utterance to a shout that brought a maid, who had been passing along the hallway, surging in, white-faced and round-eyed, to see what was the matter. Andrew Anderton, in the handsome, velvet, embroidered dressing gown he generally wore when alone in his study, was lying across the floor, face down. His body, pressed on the electric foot button, kept the bell below ringing continuously. Whats the matter with him, Ruggins? whispered the maid. The butler knelt by the side of the still figure and gently turned it over. The face of the student was whitethe awful gray white of a corpseand the eyes were closed. The expression was peaceful. There was nothing in it to suggest that he had died a violent death, or even that he had suffered as he passed away. Heart disease, I should say, murmured Ruggins. Telephone for Doctor Miles, Amelia. The girl took up the desk telephone on the large, heavy table that Andrew Anderton had been writing at when stricken, and called up Doctor Theophilus Miles, who had been a lifelong friend of the dead man, as well as his physician. As she telephoned she pointed mutely to a pen that evidently had dropped from the fingers of the master at the moment of his collapse, for it was still wet with black ink, and there was a smudge of it on the white paper of the letter he had been inditing. Yes, I see, nodded Ruggins. It was awfully sudden. E must ave been took all at once. I wonder whether it was eart disease, after all. He opened the front of the velvet dressing gownwhich was not fastened, but had fallen togetherand gave vent to a mumbled ejaculation, as he saw that the waistcoat was open. And is shirt is the same way, he went on. You can see is bare flesh. Ello! Whats this? Something glittering had caught his eye. A closer look revealed two long needles, crossed and welded together in the center, where they were in contact with each other. Save us! muttered the butler. This is murder! The points of both needles were deeply embedded in the flesh on the left side, and Ruggins knew at once that they pierced the heart! His first impulse was to pull the needles away. Then some vague recollection of something he had heard about the illegality of touching a body until it had been viewed by a coroner held his hand. Ill wait till the doctor comes, anyhow. My poor masters dead. It wouldnt do im any good to take out the needles. Ave you got the doctor, Amelia? Yes. He will be here in five minutes. His automobile is all ready at his door, and he will come right along.</p>...9781465672414_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_ea43fcc2-c370-3561-89ca-bf2d184ad870_9781465672414;9781465672414_9781465672414Nicholas CarterInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-cbc6489b-c6fa-4bfc-841a-66819fd79431.epub2022-02-14T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria