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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
God Bless America! by Arthur Leo Zagat is a riveting and thought-provoking exploration of patriotism and identity. Set against a backdrop of political upheaval and social change, this powerful narrative delves into the lives of individuals grappling with their love for their country amid a rapidly evolving landscape. As secrets are unveiled and allegiances tested, the characters must navigate a web of deception and moral dilemmas that challenge their deepest beliefs. Will their dedication to the ideals of America withstand the trials they face, or will they be forced to confront the true cost of their convictions? Discover a gripping tale that will make you rethink what it means to truly stand by your country.
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Doc. Turner's Death Antidote
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God Bless America!
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The M.E. called it heart failure. But Doc Turner, beloved benefactor of Morris Street's poorest element, saw in that pitiful old woman's corpse... murder—and a diabolical plot that promised to destroy the nation!
The Spider, October 1940, with "God Bless America!"
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ORDINARILY Andrew Turner can be found in the doorway of his ancient pharmacy. He is a small man, whose faded blue eyes have looked with compassion upon the people of Morris Street for many years.
So many years had he listened to the rumble of the "El" trains, the hoarse shouts of the hucksters, the jabber of the shabbily clothed aliens, that tonight he did not consciously hear them.
Familiar, too was every swarthy, foreign face. Almost better than he knew himself, Doc Turner knew these people he'd served for many years. He could call them by name and could actually pronounce those names properly: Rico Paglieri, Andrea Niestowicz, Greta Helwig, Anaxerxes Xenassian. He shared with them their joys and griefs. He advised them in bewildered struggles with the strange ways of this strange land.
A woman came around the corner from Hogbund Lane, short and wiry, sharp-featured, unmistakably French. Her black eyes were red-rimmed with weeping over the fate that had crushed her Motherland. "Juliette," Doc called to her. "Juliette Bernos. Come here a minute please."
She pushed toward him through the jostle of the crowd. Her shoes were broken and the flowers of a once pert little hat were mangy, but still there was something of Parisian verve about her. "Oui, docteur? You want someseeng?"
"Yes, Juliette." Turner gestured to a pair of horny claws that protruded from the paper bag she hugged to her bosom. Her hands were speckled with the needle-pricks of her seamstress' trade. "How much a pound did you pay for that fowl?"
The lines of Madame Bernos' face tightened, but she answered, "Twenty-sees cent."
"Look!" Doc pointed across the street to a shining plate-glass window behind which hung red sides of beef. "Didn't you see Otto Klingel's sign?" Papers pasted on the window had been painted with huge numbers. "Didn't you know that he's charging only twenty-three cents today?"
"Oui." Madame Bernos was looking at the ground. "I know."
"That bird you've walked four blocks to buy weighs about six pounds. That makes eighteen cents more than you'd have had to pay Klingel. It takes you an hour of hard, hard work to earn eighteen cents. You need every copper you make to feed your husband and your children. You've dealt with Otto for many years and you know he sells good chickens."
