The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare

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A Wild, Mad, Hilarious and Profoundly Moving Tale · The Man Who Was Thursday — A Nightmare
A Wild, Mad, Hilarious and Profoundly Moving Tale It is very difficult to classify THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY. It is possible to say that it…
Chapter I. The Two Poets of Saffron Park
The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick through…
Chapter II. The Secret of Gabriel Syme
The cab pulled up before a particularly dreary and greasy beershop, into which Gregory rapidly conducted his companion. They seated themsel…
Chapter III. The Man Who Was Thursday
Before one of the fresh faces could appear at the doorway, Gregory’s stunned surprise had fallen from him. He was beside the table with a b…
Chapter IV. The Tale of a Detective
Gabriel Syme was not merely a detective who pretended to be a poet; he was really a poet who had become a detective. Nor was his hatred of…
Chapter V. The Feast of Fear
At first the large stone stair seemed to Syme as deserted as a pyramid; but before he reached the top he had realised that there was a man…
Chapter VI. The Exposure
Such were the six men who had sworn to destroy the world. Again and again Syme strove to pull together his common sense in their presence.…
Chapter VII. The Unaccountable Conduct of Professor De Worms
“Sit down!” said Sunday in a voice that he used once or twice in his life, a voice that made men drop drawn swords. The three who had risen…
Chapter VIII. The Professor Explains (1)
When Gabriel Syme found himself finally established in a chair, and opposite to him, fixed and final also, the lifted eyebrows and leaden e…
Chapter VIII. The Professor Explains (2)
“With pleasure, if you don’t mind hearing my story,” replied the eminent foreign philosopher. “I am by profession an actor, and my name is…
Chapter IX. The Man in Spectacles (1)
“Burgundy is a jolly thing,” said the Professor sadly, as he set his glass down. “You don’t look as if it were,” said Syme; “you drink it a…
Chapter IX. The Man in Spectacles (2)
The others went down the stairs in silence. The young man called Bull, with an innocent courtesy characteristic of him, insisted on going l…
Chapter X. The Duel (1)
Syme sat down at a café table with his companions, his blue eyes sparkling like the bright sea below, and ordered a bottle of Saumur with a…
Chapter X. The Duel (2)
“Will you or will you not pull my nose?” said the Marquis in exasperation. “Come, come, Mr. Syme! You wanted to do it, do it! You can have…
Chapter XI. The Criminals Chase the Police
Syme put the field-glasses from his eyes with an almost ghastly relief. “The President is not with them, anyhow,” he said, and wiped his fo…
Chapter XII. The Earth in Anarchy (1)
Urging the horses to a gallop, without respect to the rather rugged descent of the road, the horsemen soon regained their advantage over th…
Chapter XII. The Earth in Anarchy (2)
“At this moment,” said Syme, with a scientific detachment, “I think we are going to smash into a lamppost.” The next instant the automobile…
Chapter XIII. The Pursuit of the President
Next morning five bewildered but hilarious people took the boat for Dover. The poor old Colonel might have had some cause to complain, havi…
Chapter XIV. The Six Philosophers
Across green fields, and breaking through blooming hedges, toiled six draggled detectives, about five miles out of London. The optimist of…
Chapter XV. The Accuser
As Syme strode along the corridor he saw the Secretary standing at the top of a great flight of stairs. The man had never looked so noble.…