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...Written especially for the Crime by John Rafferty O'Brian, Y. C. upon his return from the first authentic trip to St. Nicholas Island ever made by mortal man. Applause, please. Ready, Mr. Conductor...
...Dowager Empress' father was the all but penniless Prince Christian of Holstein-Glücksburg. During the Schlesvig-Holstein squabbles among the great powers the succession of Denmark was altered, and Christian became Crown Prince amid general astonishment (1852). Fortune's darling if ever mortal was, he not only became King Christian IX of Denmark but lived to see three of his children monarchs: King George I of Greece (reigned 1883-1913, assassinated 1913) ; Queen Empress Alexandra of Britain (reigned 1901-1910, died 1925); and the Empress Marie of Russia (reigned 1881-1894, aged at present...
Perhaps no old man is so young as Marshal Ferdinand Foch. At 75, and after shouldering burdens at least as great as those which have fallen upon any other mortal, he remains unscathed of soul, brisk in thought and manner. Americans remember him as the Generalissimo who drove through their cities, after the War, clad in a handsome blue uniform and with a slow, understanding smile. Frenchmen know him as the still active President of the Inter-Allied Military Commission to enforce the Treaty of Versailles. Of an evening he is to be found with a pipe and a friend...
...called because she once kept pigs. She was the star witness for the State. By name Jane Gibson, she used to be a circus rider. She brought to court with her a small baby (called the "mystery child" because of its obscure parentage). Erratic, obese, disheveled, suffering from a mortal organic disease, she said that she was driving her mule down a lane the night that Dr. Hall was killed. She heard shots in a field, saw flashes of light, hands groping, momentarily terrible faces. She saw a man pitch forward under a crabapple tree...
...lowly bed; she had writhed on it for years. She still could laugh at some of life's absurdities. Some of its beauty was still warm to her-Heine's poems, her own lovely hands. But her steely pride was turned upon itself, 'her mortal enemy. Not even religion could resign her to the indignities of poverty. When she felt her time upon her, she stole off alone to a Pacific headland, to watch dawn break over...