"Das Geheimnis von Cruta" ist einer der beliebtesten Romane von E. Phillips Oppenheim. Die Geschichte handelt von einem wohlhabenden Engländer, der sich in die Tochter eines italienischen Adligen verliebt. Ihre Nachkommen und ein dunkler Einfluss der katholischen Kirche verschwören sich, um sowohl die Liebe, als auch das Glück zu zerstören.
"Das Geheimnis von Cruta" ist einer der beliebtesten Romane von E. Phillips Oppenheim. Die Geschichte handelt von einem wohlhabenden Engländer, der s...
This thriller collection includes: The Evil Shepherd The Ill-laid Scheme of Mr. Ambrose Weare The Avenger The Wicked Marquis The Long Arm of Mannister The Turning Wheel The Sovereign in the Gutter The Lost Ambassador Jacob's Ladder The Ghosts of Society E. Phillips Oppenheim, the Prince of Storytellers (1866-1946) was an internationally renowned author of mystery and espionage thrillers. His novels and short stories have all the elements of blood-racing adventure and intrigue and are precursors of modern-day spy fictions.
This thriller collection includes: The Evil Shepherd The Ill-laid Scheme of Mr. Ambrose Weare The Avenger The Wicked Marquis The Long Arm of Mannister...
The mystery starts out in Sierra Nevada, at a gold mining camp. Bryan came to America from England, chasing a man who may have papers which explain Bryan's mysterious origins... E. Phillips Oppenheim (1866-1946) was an internationally renowned author of mystery and espionage thrillers. His novels and short stories have all the elements of blood-racing adventure and intrigue and are precursors of modern-day spy fictions.
The mystery starts out in Sierra Nevada, at a gold mining camp. Bryan came to America from England, chasing a man who may have papers which explain Br...
"Behold!" cried Sabul Ahmid, with an upward sweep of his bare, brown arm, "behold the Sacred Temple of the people of Astrea!" I stood up in the boat, my portfolio under my arm. High on the mountain's side, crowning a thick mass of laurel undergrowth, and flanked by a grove of deep, cool, byana trees, was the building to which my servant was pointing. The material whereof it was fashioned I could not at that distance determine. Only in the broad, tropical sunlight it flashed forth, a glorious and spotless white, as flawless and perfect as the purest marble or alabaster. My fingers began to...
"Behold!" cried Sabul Ahmid, with an upward sweep of his bare, brown arm, "behold the Sacred Temple of the people of Astrea!" I stood up in the boat, ...