MARIE BELLOC LOWNDES CELEBRATED SUSPENSE STORY ACCOMPANIED BY STILLS AND IMAGES FROM SIR ALFRED HITCHCOCK'S AMAZING 1927 SILENT FILM . . . A knock at the door and a mysterious stranger enters the lives of a private, unassuming English couple, their daughter and her beau, a hard-driven investigator for the British police, pulling them into a maelstrom of suspicion and terror. In the neighborhood, a mysterious series of Ripper-like murders are occurring, the only clues being mysterious triangular calling-cards bearing the name -- "The Avenger" -- left on the bodies of the victims. Who is...

Robert Bunting and Ellen his wife sat before their dully burning, carefully-banked-up fire. The room, especially when it be known that it was part of a house standing in a grimy, if not exactly sordid, London thoroughfare, was exceptionally clean and well-cared-for. A casual stranger, more particularly one of a Superior class to their own, on suddenly opening the door of that sitting-room; would have thought that Mr. and Mrs. Bunting presented a very pleasant cosy picture of comfortable married life. Bunting, who was leaning back in a deep leather arm-chair, was clean-shaven and dapper, still...

Maggie Wilson was only thirty-three, but life in the teeming streets of Walworth was not that easy in 1908 - not if you were a widow with four young daughters. It was pretty much a hand-to-mouth existence and without the lodger Maggie really wouldn't have managed at all. Constable Harry Bradshaw thought the Wilsons were a gutsy and brave little family - from the youngest and cheekiest, Daisy, up to the elegant Trary, thirteen-years-old and quite the young lady. But the one who won most of his admiration was Maggie herself, fighting her lonely battle against total poverty. And his fears for...

But the other lady, incensed at what she considered uncalled-for, even rather impertinent advice, replied sharply, -I shouldn't think of doing anything so unkind and so unjust Why, because the powers of evil have conquered-I mean by that the dreadful German military party-should I behave unjustly to a faithful old German woman who has been with me-let me see-why, who has been with me exactly eighteen years? With the exception of a married niece with whom she went and stayed in Berlin three autumns ago, my poor old Anna hasn't a relation left in Germany. Her whole life is centred in me-or...

Love, ghosts, mystery and a sense of impending horror are the ingredients of this story which is interesting and readable enough but hardly as convincing as some by the same author.Notice: This Book is published by Historical Books Limited (www.publicdomain.org.uk) as a Public Domain Book, if you have any inquiries, requests or need any help you can just send an email to publications@publicdomain.org.uk This book is found as a public domain and free book based on various online catalogs, if you think there are any problems regard copyright issues please contact us immediately via...

Price of admiralty The child St. Catherine's eve The woman from purgatory Why they married.Notice: This Book is published by Historical Books Limited (www.publicdomain.org.uk) as a Public Domain Book, if you have any inquiries, requests or need any help you can just send an email to publications@publicdomain.org.uk This book is found as a public domain and free book based on various online catalogs, if you think there are any problems regard copyright issues please contact us immediately via DMCA@publicdomain.org.uk

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Somewhere in London a madman was at large. And then one night there came a knock at the door of a quiet lodging house in the Marylebone Road. . . . This novel, based on the Jack the Ripper murders, was made into a film by Alfred Hitchcock.