Earl Biggers - The Complete Charlie Chan Series – All 6 Mystery Novels in One Edition

Earl Derr Biggers

The House Without a Key, The Chinese Parrot, Behind That Curtain, The Black Camel…

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The House Without a Key The House Without a Key Table of Contents Chapter I. Kona Weather Chapter II. The High Hat Chapter III. Midnight on Russian Hill Chapter IV. A Friend of Tim's Chapter V. The Blood of the Winterslips Chapter VI. Beyond the Bamboo Curtain Chapter VII. Enter Charlie Chan Chapter VIII. Steamer Day Chapter IX. At the Reef and Palm Chapter X. A Newspaper Ripped in Anger Chapter XI. The Tree of Jewels Chapter XII. Tom Brade the Blackbirder Chapter XIII. The Luggage in Room Nineteen Chapter XIV. What Kaohla Carried Chapter XV. The Man From India Chapter XVI. The Return of Captain Cope Chapter XVII. Night Life in Honolulu Chapter XVIII. A Cable From the Mainland Chapter XIX. "Good-By, Pete!" Chapter XX. The Story of Lau Ho Chapter XXI. The Stone Walls Crumble Chapter XXII. The Light Streams Through Chapter XXIII. Moonlight at the Crossroads

The Chinese Parrot The Chinese Parrot Table of Contents Chapter I. The Phillimore Pearls Chapter II. The Detective From Hawaii Chapter III. At Chan Kee Lim's Chapter IV. The Oasis Special Chapter V. Madden's Ranch Chapter VI. Tony's Happy New Year Chapter VII. The Postman Sets Out Chapter VIII. A Friendly Little Game Chapter IX. A Ride in the Dark Chapter X. Bliss of the Homicide Squad Chapter XI. Thorn Goes on a Mission Chapter XII. The Trolley on the Desert Chapter XIII. What Mr. Cherry Saw Chapter XIV. The Third Man Chapter XV. Will Holley's Theory Chapter XVI. "The Movies are in Town" Chapter XVII. In Madden's Footsteps Chapter XVIII. The Barstow Train Chapter XIX. The Voice on the Air Chapter XX. Petticoat Mine Chapter XXI. End of the Postman's Journey Chapter XXII. The Road to Eldorado

Behind That Curtain Earl Derr Biggers

The Black Camel Earl Derr Biggers

Charlie Chan Carries On Earl Derr Biggers

Keeper of the Keys Earl Derr Biggers

Table of Contents

Chapter I. Kona Weather

Chapter II. The High Hat

Chapter III. Midnight on Russian Hill

Chapter IV. A Friend of Tim's

Chapter V. The Blood of the Winterslips

Chapter VI. Beyond the Bamboo Curtain

Chapter VII. Enter Charlie Chan

Chapter VIII. Steamer Day

Chapter IX. At the Reef and Palm

Chapter X. A Newspaper Ripped in Anger

Chapter XI. The Tree of Jewels

Chapter XII. Tom Brade the Blackbirder

Chapter XIII. The Luggage in Room Nineteen

Chapter XIV. What Kaohla Carried

Chapter XV. The Man From India

Chapter XVI. The Return of Captain Cope

Chapter XVII. Night Life in Honolulu

Chapter XVIII. A Cable From the Mainland

Chapter XIX. "Good-By, Pete!"

Chapter XX. The Story of Lau Ho

Chapter XXI. The Stone Walls Crumble

Chapter XXII. The Light Streams Through

Chapter XXIII. Moonlight at the Crossroads

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Miss Minerva Winterslip was a Bostonian in good standing, and long past the romantic age. Yet beauty thrilled her still, even the semi-barbaric beauty of a Pacific island. As she walked slowly along the beach she felt the little catch in her throat that sometimes she had known in Symphony Hall, Boston, when her favorite orchestra rose to some new and unexpected height of loveliness.

It was the hour at which she liked Waikiki best, the hour just preceding dinner and the quick tropic darkness. The shadows cast by the tall cocoanut palms lengthened and deepened, the light of the falling sun flamed on Diamond Head and tinted with gold the rollers sweeping in from the coral reef. A few late swimmers, reluctant to depart, dotted those waters whose touch is like the caress of a lover. On the springboard of the nearest float a slim brown girl poised for one delectable instant. What a figure! Miss Minerva, well over fifty herself, felt a mild twinge of envy—youth, youth like an arrow, straight and sure and flying. Like an arrow the slender figure rose, then fell; the perfect dive, silent and clean.

Miss Minerva glanced at the face of the man who walked beside her. But Amos Winterslip was oblivious to beauty, he had made that the first rule of his life. Born in the Islands, he had never known the mainland beyond San Francisco. Yet there could be no doubt about it, he was the New England conscience personified—the New England conscience in a white duck suit.

"Better turn back, Amos," suggested Miss Minerva. "Your dinner's waiting. Thank you so much."

"I'll walk as far as the fence," he said. "When you get tired of Dan and his carryings-on, come to us again. We'll be glad to have you."

"That's kind of you," she answered, in her sharp crisp way. "But I really must go home. Grace is worried about me. Of course, she can't understand. And my conduct is scandalous, I admit. I came over to Honolulu for six weeks, and I've been wandering about these islands for ten months."

"As long as that?"

She nodded. "I can't explain it. Every day I make a solemn vow I'll start packing my trunks—to-morrow."

"And to-morrow never comes," said Amos. "You've been taken in by the tropics. Some people are."

"Weak people, I presume you mean," snapped Miss Minerva. "Well, I've never been weak. Ask anybody on Beacon Street."

He smiled wanly. "It's a strain in the Winterslips," he said. "Supposed to be Puritans, but always sort of yearning toward the lazy latitudes."

"I know," answered Miss Minerva, her eyes on that exotic shore line. "It's what sent so many of them adventuring out of Salem harbor. Those who stayed behind felt that the travelers were seeing things no Winterslip should look at. But they envied them just the same—or maybe for that very reason." She nodded. "A sort of gypsy strain. It's what sent your father over here to set up as a whaler, and got you born so far from home. You know you don't belong here, Amos. You should be living in Milton or Roxbury, carrying a little green bag and popping into a Boston office every morning."

"I've often thought it," he admitted. "And who knows—I might have made something of my life—"

They had come to a barbed-wire fence, an unaccustomed barrier on that friendly shore. It extended well down on to the beach; a wave rushed up and lapped the final post, then receded.

Miss Minerva smiled. "Well, this is where Amos leaves off and Dan begins," she said. "I'll watch my chance and run around the end. Lucky you couldn't build it so it moved with the tide."

"You'll find your luggage in your room at Dan's, I guess," Amos told her. "Remember what I said about—" He broke off suddenly. A stocky, white-clad man had appeared in the garden beyond the barrier, and was moving rapidly toward them. Amos Winterslip stood rigid for a moment, an angry light flaming in his usually dull eyes. "Good-by," he said, and turned.

"Amos!" cried Miss Minerva sharply. He moved on, and she followed. "Amos, what nonsense! How long has it been since you spoke to Dan?"

He paused under an algaroba tree. "Thirty-one years," he said. "Thirty-one years the tenth of last August."

"That's long enough," she told him. "Now, come around that foolish fence of yours, and hold out your hand to him."