The Lone Wolf Series. Louis Joseph Vance

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       Louis Joseph Vance

      The Lone Wolf Series

      The Lone Wolf, The False Faces, Alias The Lone Wolf, Red Masquerade & The Lone Wolf Returns

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      2018 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-4844-5

       The Lone Wolf

       The False Faces

       Alias The Lone Wolf

       Red Masquerade: Being the Story of The Lone Wolf's Daughter

       The Lone Wolf Returns

      The Lone Wolf

       Table of Contents

       I TROYON'S

       II RETURN

       III A POINT OF INTERROGATION

       IV A STRATAGEM

       V ANTICLIMAX

       VI THE PACK GIVES TONGUE

       VII L'ABBAYE

       VIII THE HIGH HAND

       IX DISASTER

       X TURN ABOUT

       XI FLIGHT

       XII AWAKENING

       XIII CONFESSIONAL

       XIV RIVE DROIT

       XV SHEER IMPUDENCE

       XVI RESTITUTION

       XVII THE FORLORN HOPE

       XVIII ENIGMA

       XIX UNMASKED

       XX WAR

       XXI APOSTATE

       XXII TRAPPED

       XXIII MADAME OMBER

       XXIV RENDEZVOUS

       XXV WINGS OF THE MORNING

       XXVI THE FLYING DEATH

       XXVII DAYBREAK

      I

       TROYON'S

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      It must have been Bourke who first said that even if you knew your way about Paris you had to lose it in order to find it to Troyon's. But then Bourke was proud to be Irish.

      Troyon's occupied a corner in a jungle of side-streets, well withdrawn from the bustle of the adjacent boulevards of St. Germain and St. Michel, and in its day was a restaurant famous with a fame jealously guarded by a select circle of patrons. Its cooking was the best in Paris, its cellar second to none, its rates ridiculously reasonable; yet Baedeker knew it not. And in the wisdom of the cognoscenti this was well: it had been a pity to loose upon so excellent an establishment the swarms of tourists that profaned every temple of gastronomy on the Rive Droit.

      The building was of three storeys, painted a dingy drab and trimmed with dull green shutters. The restaurant occupied almost all of the street front of the ground floor, a blank, non-committal double doorway at one extreme of its plate-glass windows was seldom open and even more seldom noticed.

      This doorway was squat and broad and closed the mouth of a wide, stone-walled passageway. In one of its two substantial wings of oak a smaller door had been cut for the convenience of Troyon's guests, who by this route gained the courtyard, a semi-roofed and shadowy place, cool on the hottest day. From the court a staircase, with an air of leading nowhere in particular, climbed lazily to the second storey and thereby justified its modest pretensions; for the two upper floors of Troyon's might have been plotted by a nightmare-ridden architect after witnessing one of the first of the Palais Royal farces.

      Above stairs, a mediaeval maze of corridors long and short, complicated by many unexpected steps and staircases and turns and enigmatic doors, ran every-which-way and as a rule landed one in the wrong room, linking together, in all, some two-score bed-chambers. There were no salons or reception-rooms, there was never a bath-room, there wasn't even running water aside from two hallway taps, one to each storey. The honoured guest and the exacting went to bed by lamplight: others put up with candlesticks: gas burned only in the corridors and the restaurant — asthmatic jets that, spluttering blue within globes obese, semi-opaque, and yellowish, went well with furnishings and decorations of the Second Empire to which years had lent a mellow and somehow rakish dinginess; since nothing was ever refurbished.

      With such accommodations the guests of Troyon's were well content. They were not many, to begin with, and they were almost all middle-aged bourgeois, a caste that resents innovations. They took Troyon's as they found it: the rooms suited them admirably, and the tariff was modest.


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