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Title: The Man Who Fell Through the Earth
Author: Carolyn Wells
Release Date: February 13, 2014 [eBook #44872]
Language: English
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THE MAN
WHO FELL THROUGH
THE EARTH
BY
CAROLYN WELLS
Author of “The Room With the Tassels,” “Faulkner’s Folly,” etc.
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
Copyright, 1919,
By George H. Doran Company
Printed in the United States of America
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED
TO
BLANCHE CLARK
APOSTLE OF THE
FINE ART
OF
FRIENDSHIP
CONTENTS
- CHAPTER PAGE
- I. Moving Shadow-Shapes 11
- II. Jenny’s Version 27
- III. The Elevator 42
- IV. The Black Squall 58
- V. Olive Raynor 74
- VI. Clews 90
- VII. Hudson’s Errand 107
- VIII. The Man Who Fell Through The Earth 122
- IX. The Man in Boston 138
- X. Penny Wise and Zizi 153
- XI. Case Rivers 169
- XII. The Link 185
- XIII. Olive’s Adventure 203
- XIV. Where is Manning? 216
- XV. Wise’s Pipe Dream 232
- XVI. The Snowflake 248
- XVII. Zizi’s Hunch 264
- XVIII. Clear as Crystal 280
THE MAN WHO FELL
THROUGH THE
EARTH
CHAPTER I
Moving Shadow-Shapes
One of the occasions when I experienced “that grand and glorious feeling” was when my law business had achieved proportions that justified my removal from my old office to new and more commodious quarters. I selected a somewhat pretentious building on Madison Avenue between Thirtieth and Fortieth Streets, and it was a red-letter day for me when I moved into my pleasant rooms on its top floor.
The Puritan Trust Company occupied all of the ground floor and there were also some of the private offices of that institution on the top floor, as well as a few offices to be let.
My rooms were well located and delightfully light, and I furnished them with care, selecting chairs and desks of a dignified type, and rugs of appropriately quiet coloring. I also selected my stenographer with care, and Norah MacCormack was a red-haired piece of perfection. If she had a weakness, it was for reading detective stories, but I condoned that, for in my hammocky moods I, too, dipped into the tangled-web school of fiction.
And, without undue conceit, I felt that I could give most specimens of the genus Sherlock cards and spades and beat them at their own game of deduction. I practiced it on Norah sometimes. She would bring me a veil or glove of some friend of hers, and I would try to deduce the friend’s traits of character. My successes and failures were about fifty-fifty, but Norah thought I improved with practice, and, anyway, it exercised my intelligence.
I had failed to pass examination for the army, because of a defect, negligible, it seemed to me, in my eyesight. I was deeply disappointed, but as the