The Salt of the Earth

Fred M. White

Newton Moore, the perfect detective, as Sherlock Holmes, and perhaps better. Moore talks about Russian adventures, German spy masters, killer Indian powerful, Balkan intrigues, rifles. Events occur before the outbreak of the First World War. This is another creation of Fred M. White, where espionage is an integral part.

The Scales of Justice

Fred M. White

This dark story is full of mystery and unsolved mysteries. It was the first real day of Spring, and most people lingered out of doors till the bare branches of the trees melted in the gloaming, and it was possible to see and hear no more, save for the promise of the little black herald singing madly from the blackthorn. In certain places, the lights were grouped into masses, because they lit up a trio of Louis Quatorze card tables, where twelve people played bridge. From time to time, yellow flames revealed some brilliant objects on the walls or on the floor, hinting at the treasures of art, most of which have their own history.

The Secret of the Sands

Fred M. White

Sir Devereuxs name had stood deservedly high in the annals of the Indian Army. He was more than a soldier and a strategist, his name was known everywhere where good work was done. Sometimes he was tough and strict, his code of honor was simple and sincere. He never considered his people fighting vehicles, but treated them like members of his family. The horror that has arrived, will soon change everything.

The Seed of Empire

Fred M. White

Fred M. White wrote a story on a historical basis. Belgium is just a pawn in a game of chess, in which Germany has played continuously for the last 40 years. And now England was waiting. Black Monday was overtaken. Germany violated its solemn promise to Belgium, and England was at war with Germany, and the greatest conflict in the history of the world began.

The Sentence of the Court

Fred M. White

The title of the story is misleading. There is no court, and no one is convicted, although the eminent specialist of Harley Street who essays the role of villain richly deserves to be. We meet some pretty charming people, as well as two extremely unpleasant people, and if the web of mystery is held together in places by a somewhat generous share of obtuseness on the part of the persons concerned it is not for us to complain, since we become aware of the defect only after the affair is over.

The Shadow of the Dead Hand

Fred M. White

Roy Kindermere hated one thing more than anything else: the business of Man from Blankney, whom he was forced to make a living. He had no choice because he quarreled with the last of his relatives. Mrs. Leverson is ready to pay Roy to attend her party, where guests can meet with the heir of Count Kindale. And Roy, desperate for money, readily joined this scheme.

The Silver Stream. An Idyl of the Wye

Fred M. White

A story about two guys who defended the honor of their university in rowing. There were only two men in the narrow craft; and as they were double sculling, with long clean sweep, making a musical click of oars in the rowlocks, there was not much opportunity for conversation They moved with a regular rapid rhythm, until they were almost in the shadow of the bridge. But can they get to their goal? After all, many obstacles will be in their way.

The Slave of Silence

Fred M. White

It is difficult to make a choice and make the right choice. Our hero was in such a situation. Helpless businessman forced to sell his daughter to marry. Though his daughter is against this idea, because she does not like her husband at all. But she must for the sake of her father and his money. Will she be in such slavery all her life?

The Sundial

Fred M. White

John Charlock had found out that all he had longed and hoped for since the early days was nothing more than vexation of spirit. Charlock made his way upwards. He had known what it was to starve. He often slept in parks. And now everything has changed, and he has become almost unsurpassed as a portrait painter. Glory and happiness came to him thanks to his brush and pencil. And at the same time, he seems to have found the only woman who could make him happy.

The Turn of the Tide

Fred M. White

An old-fashioned frivolous firm for a long time, which more progressive competitors talk about with good-natured contempt, they were still in the markets of the business world. They called themselves ordinary merchants selling mixed goods from all over the world, and, as people say, Mortimer Croot, the current sole owner, was considered a person of integrity and being. He had been manager and confidential clerk to an ailing owner, and when the latter was no more Croot quite naturally stepped into all there was left of the once great concern, together with the freehold house in Great Bower Street where the business was carried on.

The Weight of the Crown

Fred M. White

The sudden dismissal of Jessie Harcourt in a fashion boutique brought her into shock. It was as if she had an affair with a prince and she forced his to kiss her. This angered her boss, Madame Malmaison. But is everything the way Malmaison says or she want to substitute her?

The White Glove

Fred M. White

A simple story to read, but as always fascinating and make you plunge into a new story written by Fred M. White. A simple man with financial problems is recruited by a rich old man to spy on a scam who robbed his diamonds. Such an adventure has never ended in anything good. But this story may end differently.

The Wings of Victory

Fred M. White

Lanson Place has always been famous for its magnificent history and beauty. Today, Lanson Place consists of half a dozen rooms, simple shells, hidden behind thick shafts of stone covered with climbing plants. Twenty years ago, a catastrophic fire destroyed most of Lanson Place. This is a tragic story about a cunning family. Two generations of reckless Dorns had wrecked the fortunes of the family and brought themselves to the verge of ruin.

The Yellow Face

Fred M. White

A young, ambitious lawyer, Jack Masefield has his own problems and suspicions. He is in love with a beautiful young Clair and is convinced that her guardian, the famous criminologist Spencer Anstruther, is himself a criminal and plays some kind of mysterious game, and that posters on the streets are part of his scheme. This book captures from the start. And each page that you flip reveals new and new secrets.

Tregarthens Wife. A Cornish Story

Fred M. White

Another fantastic story from Fred M. White. The island of Tregarthen is a long green succulent piece from the mainland, about eight miles long and five wide. It is protected from the east and north by granite walls, rising a thousand feet up and dark, and its music is the Atlantic thunder and the cry of countless sea birds. Where is it? What matters it? Not so many leagues from Tintagel, for they tell tales of King Arthur, and there is a deep apple orchard in the heart of the island where Lancelot slew the dragon whose teeth were flaming swords.