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Oppenheim, E. Phillips: The Missioner. V1. 1 Sep 2011

Edward Phillips Oppenheim (October 22, 1866 Ė February 3, 1946), was an English novelist, in his lifetime a major and successful writer of genre fiction including thrillers .A best-selling author of novels, short stories, magazine articles, translations, and plays, Oppenheim published over 150 books. He is considered one of the originators of the thriller genre, his novels also range from spy thrillers to romance, but all have an undertone of intrigue.

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Jean le Roi sprang at him like a cat, his legs off the ground, one arm around the otherís neck, and something gleaming in his right hand. Nothing but Machesonís superb strength saved him. He risked being throttled, and caught Jean le Roiís right arm in such a grip that he swung him half round the room. The bone snapped, and the knife fell from the nerveless fingers. But Macheson let go a second too soon. Jean le Roi had all the courage and the insensibility to pain of a brute animal. He stretched out his foot, and with a trick of his old days, tripped Macheson so that he fell heavily. Jean le Roi bent over him on his knees, breathing heavily, and with murder in his eyes. Macheson scarcely breathed! He lay perfectly still. Jean le Roi staggered to his feet and turned towards Wilhelmina.
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