Queux: 263 books

Aliens. “One fact is plain. Vittorina must not come to England.” “Why? She, a mere inexperienced girl, knows nothing.” “Her presence here will place us in serious jeopardy. If she really intends to visit London, then I shall leave this country at once. I scent danger.” “As far as I can...

“Do you know a Mr Smithson, Gwen?” Sir Charles Thorold asked his wife abruptly as he stood astride before the big fire in the hall. “Smithson?” Lady Thorold answered as she poured out the tea. “No. Who is he?” “I have no idea. Never heard of him.” Then, addressing the butler, Sir Charles...

Zertho. “No, Zertho. You forget that Liane is my daughter, the daughter of Brooker of the Guards, once an officer, and still, I hope, a gentleman.” “Gentleman!” sneered the other with a curl of his lip. Erle Brooker shrugged his shoulders, but did not reply. “Yet many women would be eager enough...

An extravagant tale of political schemers. The hero, an Italian violinist, finds himself, after a phenomenal rise to success, placed in high society in the Russian court of Alexander III and used in a counter-plot to foil a design against the Czar's life. He succeeds and wins a charming russian princess.

A State Secret. “Have those urgent dispatches come in from Berlin, Deedes?” “Captain Hammerton has not yet arrived,” I answered. “Eleven o’clock! Tut, tut! Every moment’s delay means greater risk,” and the Earl of Warnham, Her Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs,...

A fantastic mystery novel involving a practicing surgeon who is also a master criminal -- and head of an international band of outlaws!

The Devil’s Dice. “Do get rid of the girl! Can’t you see that she’s highly dangerous!” whispered the tall, rather overdressed man as he glanced furtively across the small square shop set with little tables, dingy in the haze of tobacco-smoke. It was an obscure, old-fashioned little restaurant...

On this particular morning, about ten o’clock, the seafront was already full of men in flannels and lounge-suits, and women in garments of muslin and other such flimsy materials usually affected at the seaside, for stifled and jaded Londoners had flocked down there, as usual, to enjoy the sea air and all the varied attractions which Southport never fails to offer.

It is a remarkable sequence of events, a story which in these days of high civilisation is so extraordinary as to almost stagger belief. Yet the higher the civilisation the more refined are its evil-doers, the more ingenious is the innate devilry of man, the more skilful are those who act with malice...

The Prince broke open a big box of choice “Petroffs,” selected one, lit it slowly, and walked pensively to the window. He was in a good mood that morning, for he had just got rid of a troublesome visitor. The big salon was elegantly furnished with long mirrors, gilt chairs covered with sky-blue silk...