The Chronicles of Lucifer Jones, Volume 3: 1931-1934, Encounters
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The third Lucifer Jones book, this one finds everyone' favorite con man in Europe, where he encounters a home-made man, a werewolf, the Clubfoot of Notre Dame, the world's greatest consulting dectective, the Loch Ness monster, the lost continent of Atlantis, faces death in the bull ring, and learns that a tabernacle is not a home.
afternoon.” “Well, we got a little problem there,” I said. “My money ain't where I can lay my hands on it. It'll take me a couple of days to move it to Tinos.” He frowned. “I hate to wait,” he said. “Every day we sit here is another day that someone else might discover some of the treasure. How much money are we talking about?” “Maybe a quarter of a million,” I said. “Pounds?” “Dollars.” “That's fabulous!” he exclaimed. “For that kind of money, we can buy every boat in Tinos. We'll lock the
Lord into your dull, lackluster lives.” Well, for some reason or other, that brought forth a burst of chuckles, and I figured as long as they seemed to be in a partying mood, I'd warm ’em up with the story about the peg-legged whaler and the fireman's daughter before I got down to serious business, and they liked that one so much I followed it up with the one about the schoolmarm and the left-handed plumber, and by this time even the gendarmes were having a good time, and I figured I might as
trying to burn the castle down,” answered the Baron. “They simply cannot comprehend the importance of my work.” He paused. “Of course, I can see their side of it, too. Number Three did kill seventeen of them and tear down the local church, right after Number Two destroyed the school.” “Don't forget Number One,” said Ivor. “He simply lacked empirical knowledge,” said the Baron. “I mean, how was he to know that all those people couldn't survive after he threw them off the belltower? He himself
like, shall we say, thieves?” He laughed again, and I knocked on his door. “I'll be right with you!” he yelled, and then I heard him say into the telephone, “I have to hang up now. You won't hear from me again until after the job is done.” Then I heard him walk across the room, and the door opened, and he greeted me with a great big smile. “Good evening, Doctor Jones,” he said. “I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, but I was in the lavatory.” “Quite all right,” I said, walking in and sitting
Von Horst's phony scheme even though I hadn't yet told it to him, there wasn't no sense at all disappointing him, so I would lay it out just the way Von Horst wanted me to, and that would take care of the world's greatest consulting detective and the whole of the London Metropolitan Police Force. Then, since I knew that the gems at Buckingham Palace would be unprotected, and that Von Horst had arranged everything so that he could sneak in and steal them at eleven o'clock, all I had to do was get