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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Krimi
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Sea Sleuth by Arthur Leo Zagat is a thrilling nautical mystery that plunges readers into the treacherous world of maritime crime. When a seasoned detective is called to investigate a series of mysterious disappearances on the high seas, he uncovers a web of deceit, piracy, and murder. As the waves crash and the storm clouds gather, the detective must navigate through lies and danger to unmask a cunning villain hiding in plain sight. With every twist and turn, the stakes grow higher, and the sea reveals secrets that could change everything. Will the sea sleuth solve the case before it's too late, or will the ocean claim another victim? Dive into this suspenseful tale that will keep you guessing until the very end.
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A message—written in blood and hidden in a banana—makes kindly Doc Turner a captive stowaway on a murder ship—and brings him, alone, to champion a pretty girl against that desperate band which had already marked her for death!
The Spider, July 1936, with "Doc Turner—Sea Sleuth"
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THE long, dark shadow of the "El" sprawled over Morris Street's clamor, over the raucous shouts of the pushcart men and the polyglot jabber of shawled women and swarthy, bearded men.
Andrew Turner, the frost of age silvering his silken hair and his bushy, drooping mustache, was a forlorn figure in the doorway of his ancient pharmacy. In the faded blue of his old eyes there was a strange, wistful nostalgia, and his veined nostrils flared as if some alien smell came to them through the sweaty miasma of the slum he had served more years than he cared to recall.
The east wind freshened a bit. The aroma of the River, two short blocks away, was stronger. It was rank with sewerage and the mustiness of floating debris, but underlying these was the tarry odor of far traveled ships, the salty tang of the sea whence they came to moor briefly at bustling wharves before sailing again for the ends of the earth.
Once, Doc Turner was thinking, he had dreamed of voyages over shoreless waters, of journeys in exotic lands, under blue, unfamiliar skies. It was too late for such dreaming now. He was an old man, and...
A small form scuttled around the corner, dived past Doc into the musty, pungent aroma of the drugstore. The druggist swung around, followed the kinky haired, hook-nosed urchin past dusty showcases, through a curtain closing an archway into the prescription department.
"Abe," Turner exclaimed. "Where have you been? What on earth have you got there?"
His shabby-clothed errand boy fought pantingly for breath; keen, black eyes dancing over a stem of bananas almost as big as the scrawny body to which he now clutched it with pipe-stem arms.
"Dun't you see?" he managed speech at last. "Ah boonch benenas, fresh from benena-lend." He lifted the fruit to the prescription counter. "Take a couple."
"Abe, you rascal!" Though amusement twitched at his thin lips, Turner contrived rebuke in his tone. "You stole those from the docks!"
"Oi, Meester Toiner!" The boy's mobile countenance simulated injured innocence. "You know I vouldn't svipe nottings. Dey vas layink in a dark corner—if I didn't take dem de vatchman vould. Dot's why he got mad und chased me up Fenston Alley. Dey dun't belong to nobody. De boat's all ready to sail avay."
