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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Doc. Turner's Inquisition by Arthur Leo Zagat is a riveting thriller that plunges readers into a world of espionage and intrigue. Dr. Turner, a brilliant but unconventional scientist, becomes the target of a relentless inquisition after uncovering a top-secret government conspiracy. As he delves deeper into the shadowy world of covert operations, Turner must use all his intellect and cunning to evade capture and expose the truth. With every twist and turn, the stakes grow higher, and the line between friend and foe blurs. Will Turner survive the deadly inquisition and reveal the dark secrets threatening national security, or will he become a casualty of the hidden war? Get ready for a high-octane adventure filled with suspense and betrayal.
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Doc. Turner's Inquisition
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The man who menaced one of Morris Street's own was a torture fiend incarnate... but Doc Turner mixed a wizard's brew that might well have made the devil himself know fear!
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THE price of her Eastern Mink wrap would have maintained a Morris Street family for five years; that of the Schiaperelli pumps in which she tapped over the worn threshold of Turner's Drugstore might have paid for the shabby footgear that crossed it in a month. But all the ministrations of ten-dollar- an-hour beauticians could not conceal the taut dread in the woman's face, nor the anguish lurking beneath the lustrous surface of her brown eyes. Those not uncommon companions, wealth and distress, were equally eloquent in the svelte tension of her soigné body and the pallid line edging the artful tinting of her tight lips.
As Andrew Turner, emerging from his prescription room at the sound of the opening door, saw her, his age-bleared eyes lit with sudden, pleased recognition—and were as suddenly masked and expressionless in instant response to a furtive signal of her gloved hand. It was evident that Elise Warrenton of Newport and Garden Avenue did not wish her escort to know that once she had been barefooted Elsie Keller of the Morris Street slum, sticky- countenanced with jelly-beans and gumdrops from the lavish box under the old druggist's counter.
Natural enough—except that the man with her, despite the thick nap of his camel's-hair ulster and the pearly sheen of his Dobbs felt, was as incongruous to Elise's sleek loveliness as he would have been to Elsie's tomboy gawkiness. Something in the feline stealth of his walk and the predatory sharpness of his dark face bristled the short hairs at the base of Doc Turner's skull with queer antagonism. Then, as he knuckled the worn top of his sales counter and arched inquiring, bushy brows, the old pharmacist saw the man's eyes—and his skin crawled with a premonition of uncanny evil.
"May I have an aspirin tablet and a glass of water?" Mrs. Warrenton's rich, low voice inquired. Her forehead knitted, as if with a twinge of pain. "I have an excruciating headache, and that seems to be the only thing that does it any good."
"Certainly, madam. Just a minute."
Doc went through the dirt-stiff curtain screening the mysterious sanctum of the back room. Queer, he thought, as he took a white powder-paper from a drawer and dexterously spilled a whiter tablet onto it from a square brown bottle, how like a cat's that fellow's eyes were. Weirdly unlike the perfect round of the usual human's, their pupils were vertical black slits in greenish irises. And why should Elise be so afraid that he know where she was bred? He drew water into a glass. Someone who knew her in the old days might come in at any moment and give her away. The thought was strangely a threat, stirring him to quicker movement, to an inexplicable urgency of haste. His fingers were trembling slightly as he took tablet and water out to her.
"Thank you." The man drummed a quarter impatiently on the counter-edge as Elise took the dose. His gloves were just a shade too light in color for perfect taste. The woman handed the glass back to Doc, started out. Her companion slid the coin across the counter and twisted to follow.
