Master Pirate of the Eastern Seas: Captain Cairn-a man from Hell-heads the Ta Ming for an island of brooding trouble Never before reprinted, it's a lost classic from the pen of H. Bedford-Jones, the King of the Pulps. Part of The H. Bedford-Jones Uniform Library series.

JACHIN FELL pushed aside the glass curtains between the voluminous over-draperies in the windows of the Chess and Checkers Club, and gazed out upon the riotous streets of New Orleans. Half an hour he had been waiting here in the lounge room for Dr. Cyril Ansley, a middle-aged bachelor who had practised in Opelousas for twenty years, and who had come to the city for the Mardi Gras festivities. Another man might have seemed irritated by the wait, but Jachin Fell was quite unruffled.

A ribbon of winding road leads northeast from the pueblo of Domingo and the snaky Bajada hill where gray rocks lie thickly; it is a yellowish ribbon of road, sweeping over the gigantic mesa toward Santa Fe and the sweetly glowing Blood of Christ peaks-great peaks of green spearing into the sky, white-crested, and tipped with blood at sunset. Along this ribbon of dusty yellow road was crawling a flivver. It was crawling slowly, in a jerky series of advances and pauses; as it crept along its intermittent course, the woman who sat behind the wheel was cursing her iron steed in a thorough and...

The horseman reined in as his jaded steed scrambled up the shelving bank, and for a space sat there motionless, for which the horse gave mute thanks. The moon was struggling to heave through fleecy clouds, as it was hard on midnight; in the half obscurity the rider gazed around suspiciously.

H. Bedford-Jones pens this thrilling tale of adventure in the Middle East. Fraser, his whereabouts unknown to his father following the Great War, finds himself in the middle of a battle over a lost idol and on the road to Baghdad. And just what does Fraser have to do with the treasured Brazen Peacock? It's another volume in the H. Bedford-Jones Library.