Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... THE UNHOLY THREE CHAPTER I It was a hot day. Beads of perspiration stood on Tweedledee's frowning forehead; and, although he rubbed them away repeatedly with a tiny silk handerchief, still they would form again with military monotony and charge down into his eyes. Opposite him, on the other side of the tent, he could see Madame Fatima. She sat all slumped over in her chair--a mountain of purple, painful flesh about which a legion of summer flies buzzed wrathfully. Shaking her head from side to side, she shot vindictive glances from her small pig-like eyes at the Human Skeleton on her right --a West Indian, who basked in the fierce heat like some bronze snake in the tropical sunshine, and who repaid her attention with a triumphant but sickly smile. On Tweedledee's face, first was mirrored the smile of the West Indian as he noted the fat woman's bloated hands and blood-shot eyes; but, as his glance followed hers and became fixed on the Human Skeleton--on that long, lizard-like figure basking on its platform as though it were on a rock beneath a blazing sun--when, as I say, he perceived the full animal pleasure depicted in every loose-lying joint of that bony frame--the light of anger in Madame Fatima's eyes was as nothing to the red-hot torrent of fury that poured out of his. He even jumped out of his toy chair, and, stretching himself to his full stature of two feet three inches, shook his tiny fist at the Human Skeleton and cursed him heartily in a voice like a squeak. At this the West Indian's thin-lipped smile broadened; and, shivering affectedly, he wrapt himself up to the chin in a heavy black robe which lay beside hint. The dwarf's anger waxed into a consuming flame; his little round, shoe-button eyes flashed and his soft, chubby...
