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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. isacol lection of detective short stories first published in The Royal Magazine in 1901. The stories feature an unnamed armchair detective who solves sen sational crimes from his seat in a London tea-room, relating his deductions toafemale journalist while tying knots instring. Unlikeconventionaldetec tives, he never brings criminals to justice, merely identifying them through logic and newspaper accounts. The final story hints that the Old Man him self may be a criminal heman in the corner pushed aside his glass, and leant across the table. T "Mysteries!" he commented. "There is no such thing as a mystery in con nection with any crime, provided intelligence is brought to bear upon its investigation." Very much astonished Polly Burton looked over the top of her newspaper, and fixed a pair of very severe, coldly inquiring brown eyes upon him. She had disapproved of the man from the instant when he shuffled across the shop and sat down opposite to her, at the same marble-topped table which already held her large coffee (3d.), her roll and butter (2d.), and plate of tongue (6d.). Now this particularcorner, thisverysametable, thatspecialviewofthemag nificent marble hall-known as the Norfolk Street branch of the Aerated Bread Company's depots-were Polly's own corner, table, and view. Here she had partaken of eleven pennyworth of luncheon and one pennyworth of daily informationeversincethatgloriousnever-to-be-forgottendaywhen she was enrolled on the staff of the Evening Observer (we'll call itthat, if you please), and became a member of that illustrious and world-famed organi zation known as the British Press. She was a personality, was Miss Burton of the Evening Observer. Her cards were printed thus: She had interviewed Miss Ellen Terry and the Bishop of Madagascar, Mr. SeymourHicksandtheChiefCommissionerofPolice. Shehadbeenpresent at the last Marlborough House garden party-in the cloak-room, that is to say, whereshecaughtsightofLadyThingummy'shat, MissWhat-you-may call's sunshade, and of various other things modistical or fashionable, all of which were duly described under the heading "Royalty and Dress" in the early afternoon edition of the Evening Observer. (Thearticle itself is signed M.J.B., and is to be found in the files of that lead ing halfpennyworth.) For these reasons-and for various others, too-Polly felt irate with the man in the corner, and told him so with her eyes, as plainly as any pair of brown eyes can speak. An enigmatic armchair sleuth unravels sensational crimes using nothing but newspaper reports and pure logic. While he never catches the culprits, his chillingly sharp deductions leave a skeptical journalist questioning his true motives. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. isacol lection of detective short stories first published in The Royal Magazine in 1901. The stories feature an unnamed armchair detective who solves sen sational crimes from his seat in a London tea-room, relating his deductions toafemale journalist while tying knots instring. Unlikeconventionaldetec tives, he never brings criminals to justice, merely identifying them through logic and newspaper accounts. The final story hints that the Old Man him self may be a criminal heman in the corner pushed aside his glass, and leant across the table. T "Mysteries!" he commented. "There is no such thing as a mystery in con nection with any crime, provided intelligence is brought to bear upon its investigation." Very much astonished Polly Burton looked over the top of her newspaper, and fixed a pair of very severe, coldly inquiring brown eyes upon him. She had disapproved of the man from the instant when he shuffled across the shop and sat down opposite to her, at the same marble-topped table which already held her large coffee (3d.), her roll and butter (2d.), and plate of tongue (6d.). Now this particularcorner, thisverysametable, thatspecialviewofthemag nificent marble hall-known as the Norfolk Street branch of the Aerated Bread Company's depots-were Polly's own corner, table, and view. Here she had partaken of eleven pennyworth of luncheon and one pennyworth of daily informationeversincethatgloriousnever-to-be-forgottendaywhen she was enrolled on the staff of the Evening Observer (we'll call itthat, if you please), and became a member of that illustrious and world-famed organi zation known as the British Press. She was a personality, was Miss Burton of the Evening Observer. Her cards were printed thus: She had interviewed Miss Ellen Terry and the Bishop of Madagascar, Mr. SeymourHicksandtheChiefCommissionerofPolice. Shehadbeenpresent at the last Marlborough House garden party-in the cloak-room, that is to say, whereshecaughtsightofLadyThingummy'shat, MissWhat-you-may call's sunshade, and of various other things modistical or fashionable, all of which were duly described under the heading "Royalty and Dress" in the early afternoon edition of the Evening Observer. (Thearticle itself is signed M.J.B., and is to be found in the files of that lead ing halfpennyworth.) For these reasons-and for various others, too-Polly felt irate with the man in the corner, and told him so with her eyes, as plainly as any pair of brown eyes can speak. An enigmatic armchair sleuth unravels sensational crimes using nothing but newspaper reports and pure logic. While he never catches the culprits, his chillingly sharp deductions leave a skeptical journalist questioning his true motives. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. isacol lection of detective short stories first published in The Royal Magazine in 1901. The stories feature an unnamed armchair detective who solves sen sational crimes from his seat in a London tea-room, relating his deductions toafemale journalist while tying knots instring. Unlikeconventionaldetec tives, he never brings criminals to justice, merely identifying them through logic and newspaper accounts. The final story hints that the Old Man him self may be a criminal heman in the corner pushed aside his glass, and leant across the table. T "Mysteries!" he commented. "There is no such thing as a mystery in con nection with any crime, provided intelligence is brought to bear upon its investigation." Very much astonished Polly Burton looked over the top of her newspaper, and fixed a pair of very severe, coldly inquiring brown eyes upon him. She had disapproved of the man from the instant when he shuffled across the shop and sat down opposite to her, at the same marble-topped table which already held her large coffee (3d.), her roll and butter (2d.), and plate of tongue (6d.). Now this particularcorner, thisverysametable, thatspecialviewofthemag nificent marble hall-known as the Norfolk Street branch of the Aerated Bread Company's depots-were Polly's own corner, table, and view. Here she had partaken of eleven pennyworth of luncheon and one pennyworth of daily informationeversincethatgloriousnever-to-be-forgottendaywhen she was enrolled on the staff of the Evening Observer (we'll call itthat, if you please), and became a member of that illustrious and world-famed organi zation known as the British Press. She was a personality, was Miss Burton of the Evening Observer. Her cards were printed thus: She had interviewed Miss Ellen Terry and the Bishop of Madagascar, Mr. SeymourHicksandtheChiefCommissionerofPolice. Shehadbeenpresent at the last Marlborough House garden party-in the cloak-room, that is to say, whereshecaughtsightofLadyThingummy'shat, MissWhat-you-may call's sunshade, and of various other things modistical or fashionable, all of which were duly described under the heading "Royalty and Dress" in the early afternoon edition of the Evening Observer. (Thearticle itself is signed M.J.B., and is to be found in the files of that lead ing halfpennyworth.) For these reasons-and for various others, too-Polly felt irate with the man in the corner, and told him so with her eyes, as plainly as any pair of brown eyes can speak. An enigmatic armchair sleuth unravels sensational crimes using nothing but newspaper reports and pure logic. While he never catches the culprits, his chillingly sharp deductions leave a skeptical journalist questioning his true motives. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

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Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. The Old Man in the Corner | Baroness Emmuska Orczy Orczy | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Bundy Books | EAN 9798182736985 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.