Doc. Turner's Flaming Coffin E-Book

Arthur Leo Zagat

• Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Serie: Doc. Turner Series
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 28

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Doc. Turner's Flaming Coffin by Arthur Leo Zagat is a pulse-pounding adventure that mixes high-stakes action with riveting mystery. When the renowned Doc Turner, a brilliant but unconventional inventor, is found dead in his workshop, his last creation—a mysterious and dangerous "flaming coffin"—becomes the key to unraveling a deadly conspiracy. As a daring journalist investigates, she discovers that the coffin holds secrets far more explosive than anyone imagined. With every twist and turn, the danger escalates, and the race to uncover the truth becomes a fight for survival. Will the journalist crack the case before the flames of conspiracy consume everything? Dive into this thrilling story of intrigue and innovation.

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Doc Turner's Flaming Coffin

Doc. Turner Series

By: Arthur Leo Zagat

Edited by: Rafat Allam

Copyright © 2024 by Al-Mashreq Bookstore

First published in The Spider, August 1941

No part of this publication may be reproduced whole or in part in any form without the prior written permission of the author

Synopsis

Strange, that the little gray druggist, Doc Turner, should stand silent while his young partner, Jack Ransom, was framed into jail on a charge which must blacken his name forever... But on that night of flaming terror, the safety of Doc's Morris Street "children" meant more to him than either his own life, or that of his best friend!

The Spider, August 1941, with "Doc Turner's Flaming Coffin"

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-EMERGING from the ancient drugstore into Morris Street's murmurous midnight, they were an oddly contrasted pair. Jack Ransom's hat-less thatch was the precise, vivid shade of fresh carrots, his countenance broadly moulded. His gray eyes crinkled at their corners with easy good humor and his smile matched the expression of his eyes.

Andrew Turner, locking up the pharmacy where most of his life had been spent, was a little old man stooped with weariness. His bushy, untrimmed mustache and the silken strands that straggled sparsely from under his battered hat were silvery, his narrow, ascetic face deeply wrinkled.

He removed the key from the lock, looked affectionately up at Jack. "That's that," he sighed. "Now all I have to do is deliver this prescription around on Hogbund Lane," his gnarled hand displayed a neatly wrapped small powder box, "and one more day will be ended."

The crescendo pound and crash of an EL train on the trestle overhead drowned the end of his sentence. Yellow oblongs of light from its windows skimmed the cracked, debris-strewn sidewalk along which the old druggist and his young friend moved towards the corner.

The train roared off. "You go on home and get your beauty sleep, Doc," Jack said. "I'll take care of that package for you."

"Will you, son?" Turner's tired voice was grateful. "The very thought of climbing four flights of stairs is appalling."

"Hand it over, Doc."

A moment later, Jack strode down the desolate side-street, lithe and quick and purposeful. Doc remained motionless, a shabby, frail figure peering after him.

Just what held the old man there, himself he was not fully aware. Some vague apprehension stirred within him. Something had touched the intuition Doc Turner had learned not to ignore, gained from his long years of battling the mean and dangerous criminals who prey on the helpless and bewildered aliens of Morris Street, whom he'd served longer than he cared to recall.

There seemed no justification for his uneasiness. Hogbund Lane was exactly as he'd seen it thousands of times at this hour, a brooding and lonely gut whose borders were serrated by long rows of stoops up one of which Jack Ransom was now climbing.