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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Killer's Circus by Arthur Leo Zagat is a pulse-pounding thriller that plunges readers into the heart of a deadly performance. When a traveling circus arrives in town, it's not just the dazzling acts and colorful performers that draw attention. Behind the spectacle, a series of gruesome murders are taking place, each one more shocking than the last. As the investigation unfolds, the line between show and reality blurs, revealing a sinister plot orchestrated by a mysterious figure known only as the "Ringmaster." With tension mounting and danger lurking at every turn, can the authorities unravel the deadly circus's dark secrets before the final curtain falls? Step into the ring and experience a high-stakes game of survival where the stakes are deadly.
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Killer's Circus
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In that Devil's carrousel the grotesque Humpty Dumpty snatched Doc Turner's little adopted foundling—to twist the child's body into a fiend-made freak. But the Doc could work good magic himself when the test came—even if that trick meant swallowing the invisible poison of Death!
The Spider, August 1937, with "Killer's Circus"
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THE sun was a red and angry ball low in a coppery dome, and even in the garage on Hogbund Lane it was like the interior of a furnace. Jack Ransom wiped grease and sweat from his hands on a clump of waste. Perspiration was coming through his undershirt and overalls, making a black, wet splotch on his barrel chest. His big-boned, freckle-dusted face glistened with sweat, and his usual mop of carrot-colored hair was plastered down and dark with it.
"Phew," he muttered to the legs of his boss, sticking out from under a half-dismantled car, "it's hotter than blue blazes."
"Smart guy," a disembodied voice replied. "Tell me something I don't know."
A footfall turned Jack to the door of the garage. Despite the mid-August heat, the man swaggering in was dressed in a tight-waisted suit of big white-and-black checks. He wore spats. A big black cigar protruded from a corner of his thick lips and a brown derby clung magically to the back of his head. His eyes were small, shifty.
"Listen, buddy," he said around the cigar before he was half through the door. "I got a gas engine went haywire on me, in the lot down the block, an' I got to get it fixed up toot sweet or I lose the best Saturday night's business I popped into this season. Can I get a mechanic can fix it?"
"I'm a mechanic," Ransom answered, "but I'm busy here, and besides I don't like the idea of working outside in the sun. It's bad enough—"
"I'll give you an extra fin," the man interrupted, "besides what the job's worth. I'm tellin' you I got to get the damn thing fixed. I'm Dan Hansell, of Hansell's Shows, and that engine's the one runs my merry-go-round and my calliope. Have a heart."
"Go ahead, Jack," the boss called from under the car. "You can stand a little heat for five bucks. It's after five now so you needn't bother coming back till morning."
"All right," the carrot-head grinned. "That sounds better. It'll give me a chance to get washed up early and take Ann and Daphne for a ride in the flivver. I know a spot out Yonkers way where it's cool on the hottest night."
"Yeah," Hansell grunted. "On Central Avenue just before the Grassy Sprain Golf Course. We just come in that way. Come on, if you're coming."
"Wait a minute till I talk my bus into moving out of here."
THE vacant lot was buzzing with activity. A couple of roustabouts were cleaning it up. There were men stringing festoons of electric wires. Others were busy fastening together splintered two-by-fours with winged-nut bolts to make booths, or erecting a Ferris wheel. Back in the lot were two huge, tarpaulin-covered vans from one of which more two-by-fours were being unloaded, and beside them a round, fairly large tent had been pitched. On the canvas flap that made a door for the tent a sign said, Office.
Hansell pointed to a single-cylindered gas motor on the ground in front of the office and said, "There she is. When you get her going, holler and I'll come out and pay you."
