Baroness Orczy

t Ti-%Baroness Emmuska Orczy used to say that The Scarlet^Pimpernel was born in a subway station. Waiting in the^London Underground one day, and worrying about a^newspaper commission for a serial, she saw a man whose appearance immediately suggested to her the role of the?Scarlet Pimpernel. She...

UNRAVELLED KNOTSITHE MYSTERY OF THE KHAKI TUNICCHAPTER II cannot pretend to say how it all happened: I can but relate what occurred, leaving those of my friends who are versed in psychic matters to find a plausible explanation for the fact that on that horrible foggy afternoon I chanced to walk...

THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL. CHAPTER L paris: september 1792. A surging, seething, murmuring crowd, of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time...

I WILL REPAY. PROLOGUE. I. paris: 1783. "Coward! Coward! Coward!" The words rang out, clear, strident, passionate, in a crescendo of agonised humiliation. The boy, quivering with rage, had sprung to his feet, and, losing his balance, he fell forward clutching at the table, whilst with a...

INTRODUCTION. There has of late years crept so much confusion into the mind of the student as well as of the general reader as to the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel with that of the Gascon Royalist plotter known to history as the Baron de Batz, that the time seems opportune for setting all...

1. Párizs, 1792. szeptember 'ömpölygő, háborgó, morajló tömeg, csak névleg embe-' ri lényeké, hisz a szemnek és a fülnek nem mások ők, mint megannyi vad teremtmény, amelyeket a kéjes bosszúvágy és a gyűlölet aljas szenvedélye fűt. Az idő: valamivel napszállta előtt, a...

THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL. CHAPTER I. PARIS: SEPTEMBER 1792. A SURGING, seething, murmuring crowd, of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time...

THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL. CHAPTER L paris: september 1792. A surging, seething, murmuring crowd, of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time...