I Spy" by using Natalie Sumner Lincoln is a gripping story that intertwines elements of thriller, espionage, and romance. Set towards the backdrop of World War I, the tale follows the protagonist, Joyce Emerson, an American nurse stationed in France. Joyce turns into unwittingly embroiled in espionage whilst she is recruited by using Allied intelligence to gather vital information approximately enemy activities. As Joyce navigates her twin function as a devoted nurse and a clandestine operative, she faces the complexities and risks of espionage. Her task involves using her function to glean strategic information and thwart enemy plans while risking her very own safety and recognition. Lincoln's narrative adeptly blends the depth of wartime settings with the suspense of espionage, as Joyce grapples with the moral dilemmas and personal dangers inherent in her covert duties. The story no longer most effective makes a speciality of the exciting elements of espionage but also delves into the emotional and mental toll on people caught within the midst of war and espionage. "I Spy" is a compelling tale that captures the tension, intrigue, and personal sacrifices made at some point of wartime espionage, all of the while portraying the resilience and bravado of individuals like Joyce Emerson who navigate a global packed with secrets and threat.
When Kitty's aunt and guardian is mysteriously murdered, the hunt is on for the killer. Through the tangles of a love triangle, jealousy, a terrible family secret and a hidden fortune, we follow Kitty in her search for the truth. The Cat's Paw, a fast-paced mystery story set in Washington after WWI, was first published in 1922.
When Nurse Vera Dean accepts a comfortable position in a country home in Virginia, she hopes to recover her nerves and health. In her new job she has only one patient to look after: a paralysed man named Craig Porter. Her patient is not demanding and her employer, Hugh Wyndham, is pleasant and understanding. Unfortunately, her peace is disturbed when well-known civil engineer Bruce Brainard stops at the Dewdrop Inn one night and is taken ill with vertigo attack. Vera gives him medicine that evening and leaves his room when he falls asleep peacefully, but in the morning he is found dead in a pool of blood with a slashed throat. And so the complicated inquiry into the suspicious death of the engineer begins... The Moving Finger, first published in 1918, contains all the elements of a classic mystery novel: a mysterious murder, a handful of suspects and a detective who solves the puzzle with impressive deductive skills.
When Kitty's aunt and guardian is mysteriously murdered, the hunt is on for the killer. Through the tangles of a love triangle, jealousy, a terrible family secret and a hidden fortune, we follow Kitty in her search for the truth. The Cat's Paw, a fast-paced mystery story set in Washington after WWI, was first published in 1922.
EVELYN PRESTON ran lightly up the steps of her home and inserting her latch-key in the vestibule door, pushed it open just as the taxi-driver, following more slowly with many an upward glance at the blind-closed windows, reached her side. “Put the suit case down,” she directed. “I’ll have the front door opened by the time you get the trunk here.” The cool if somewhat stale air of the closed house which met Evelyn as she stepped across the threshold of the open door was refreshing after the glare of the asphalt pavements, for Washington was experiencing one of the hot waves which come in late September and make that month one to be avoided in the Capital City. Evelyn, intent on calling a servant, paused midway in the large hall as the taxi-driver’s bulky figure blocked the light in the front doorway. Without waiting for directions he lowered her motor trunk from his shoulders and stood it against the wall. “Shall I leave it here, Miss?” he inquired. Evelyn, busily engaged in searching for change in her purse, nodded affirmatively, and the man propped himself against the door jamb and waited for his pay. “Thank you, Miss,” he exclaimed a moment later, his politeness stimulated by the generous tip which accompanied Evelyn’s payment of the taxi fare. “Would you like me to carry your trunk upstairs?” “No; the butler will take it up, thank you.” Evelyn’s gesture of dismissal was unmistakable, and the man hitched uncomfortably at his cap, glanced furtively up the hall and then back at Evelyn who, totally unconscious of his scrutiny, stood impatiently waiting for him to go. He opened his mouth, but if he intended to address her again he thought better of it, and with a mumbled word banged out of the front door. Evelyn turned at once and sped to the back stairs, but call as she did, no servant responded and the blind-closed windows made the passageway dark and unfriendly. With an impatient exclamation Evelyn returned to the front hall; the servants had evidently not arrived from the seashore to open the house for her. She stopped only long enough to push her trunk into the billiard room just off the hall and pick up her suit case, then she went rapidly upstairs to her bedroom which, in its summer covered furnishings, looked very inviting to her tired eyes. Four nights in a sleeper and three extra hours added to the tedium of her journey from the west by a hot-box which had delayed her train’s arrival in Washington, had made her long for home comforts.
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