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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Doc. Turner Papaloi! by Arthur Leo Zagat is an exhilarating blend of mystery and adventure that will keep you hooked from start to finish. When the renowned Dr. Turner Papaloi, a brilliant yet enigmatic scientist, vanishes without a trace, his disappearance leads to a trail of cryptic clues and hidden dangers. As a determined investigator delves into the enigmatic life of Papaloi, they uncover a web of intrigue involving high-stakes secrets and dangerous experiments. Each revelation brings them closer to understanding the true nature of Papaloi's work—and the deadly consequences of its misuse. Will they unravel the mystery before time runs out, or will they become entangled in the dark legacy of Dr. Turner Papaloi?
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Doc. Turner Papaloi!
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The blood-greedy gods of the jungle claimed Morris Street's black citizens for their own—until Doc Turner brewed a witch-poison stronger than their murder-lust...
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WHEN the Great Pharmacist compounded the soul of Andrew Turner there was one ingredient He failed to include in the mixture. Courage He poured in full measure, and wisdom, and understanding such as He gives to but few men. He did not forget certain small vices without which the little man would have been more than human, or less. But the bottle labeled Fear must have been empty that morning, or its cork jammed, and the stork delivery to Morris Street poised for flight, so He left it out.
And yet the emotion that stirred within Doc Turner, one winter evening so many years later that his hair was a shock of pure white and his hands gnarled and old, was very like fear. He leaned those hands heavily on the cluttered sales-counter of his grimed drugstore, peered nearsightedly up at the thick-lipped, black face of the midnight customer and fought to keep a tremor out of his voice. "Yes," he asked. "Yes. What can I do for you?"
It was not that he was alone in the store and that the Negro loomed a foot above him, the tremendous bulk of his figure swathed in a black overcoat whose collar was turned up tightly about his neck and his broad-brimmed black hat jammed down close to bulging eyes that somehow glowed redly. It was not even that one ham-like hand of the stranger was clutched about the neck of a burlap bag that writhed weirdly to the twisting of something alive its rough fabric contained. There was an uncanny aura of menace about the man, an eerie threat in his very pose that was yet icily aloof. His skin seemed to swallow light, not reflect it with the genial warmth typical to his race. Even the lining of his flat nostrils was black, and there was a bluish tinge to the red of his protuberant mouth. He stood there, towering above the little druggist and he was cloaked in a heavy silence through which the tick of Doc's clock pounded with nerve-rasping loudness.
"Well," Turner spoke again, more sharply. "What do you wish?"
A slow smile moved the Negro's mouth, a smile that was humorless, that was a leer of incarnate evil. And at last he spoke. "Nawthin'," his great voice boomed. "Nawthin', 'cept tuh look at yuh."
"To look at me!" Quick anger flushed Doc's sunken cheeks. "What do you mean? Why should you want to look at me?"
"Yuh's de king o' Morris Street, isn't yuh?"
"The king...! What sort of tomfoolery is this? I'm no such thing!"
The other was obdurate. "Dey tell me yuh is. Dey tell me dey's a mark aroun' dis neighborhood what dey calls Doc Turner's deadline an' does anyone inside o' dat mark cross yuh, yuh puts de evil eye on him an' he dies."
