Joseph Smith Fletcher

Joseph Smith Fletcher: Der einzige Zeuge. Ein klassischer Kriminalroman mit dem Privatdetektiv Ronald Camberwell Ein Mord, ein vermisstes Schmuckst ck - und ein Zeuge, der nicht sprechen darf. Als ein Mann unter mysteri sen Umst nden stirbt und eine junge Frau verschwindet, nimmt Privatdetektiv Ronald Camberwell die Spur auf. Doch was als Diebstahl beginnt, wird bald zu einem t dlichen Wettlauf gegen eine unsichtbare Macht. Zwischen K stennebel, verfallenen M hlen und stummen Verd chtigen sto en Camberwell und sein Partner auf eine Wahrheit, die t dlich sein kann - f r jeden, der sie ausspricht. Erstdruck: Murder of the Only Witness, London, 1933. Hier in der bersetzung von Dr. Otto Albrecht van Bebber, Goldmann, M nchen, 1955. Neuausgabe. Herausgegeben von Karl-Maria Guth. Berlin 2025. Der Text dieser Ausgabe wurde behutsam an die neue deutsche Rechtschreibung angepasst. Umschlaggestaltung von Thomas Schultz-Overhage. Gesetzt aus der Minion Pro, 11 pt. Henricus - Edition Deutsche Klassik GmbH

Joseph Smith Fletcher: Der einzige Zeuge. Ein klassischer Kriminalroman mit dem Privatdetektiv Ronald Camberwell Ein Mord, ein vermisstes Schmuckst ck - und ein Zeuge, der nicht sprechen darf. Als ein Mann unter mysteri sen Umst nden stirbt und eine junge Frau verschwindet, nimmt Privatdetektiv Ronald Camberwell die Spur auf. Doch was als Diebstahl beginnt, wird bald zu einem t dlichen Wettlauf gegen eine unsichtbare Macht. Zwischen K stennebel, verfallenen M hlen und stummen Verd chtigen sto en Camberwell und sein Partner auf eine Wahrheit, die t dlich sein kann - f r jeden, der sie ausspricht. Erstdruck: Murder of the Only Witness, London, 1933. Hier in der bersetzung von Dr. Otto Albrecht van Bebber, Goldmann, M nchen, 1955. Neuausgabe. Herausgegeben von Karl-Maria Guth. Berlin 2025. Der Text dieser Ausgabe wurde behutsam an die neue deutsche Rechtschreibung angepasst. Umschlaggestaltung von Thomas Schultz-Overhage. Gesetzt aus der Minion Pro, 11 pt. Henricus - Edition Deutsche Klassik GmbH

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Hathelsborough market-place lies in the middle of the town-a long, somewhat narrow parallelogram, enclosed on its longer side by old gabled houses; shut in on its western end by the massive bulk of the great parish church of St. Hathelswide, Virgin and Martyr, and at its eastern by the ancient walls and high roofs of its medi val Moot Hall. The inner surface of this space is paved with cobble-stones, worn smooth by centuries of usage: it is only of late years that the conservative spirit of the old borough has so far accommodated itself to modern requirements as to provide foot-paths in front of the shops and houses. But there that same spirit has stopped; the utilitarian of to-day would sweep away, as being serious hindrances to wheeled traffic, the two picturesque fifteenth-century erections which stand in this market-place; these, High Cross and Low Cross, one at the east end, in front of the Moot Hall, the other at the west, facing the chancel of the church, remain, to the delight of the arch ologist, as instances of the fashion in which our forefathers built gathering places in the very midst of narrow thoroughfares.

This was the third week of Selwood's secretaryship to Jacob Herapath. Herapath was a well-known man in London. He was a Member of Parliament, the owner of a sort of model estate of up-to-date flats, and something of a crank about such matters as ventilation, sanitation, and lighting. He himself, a bachelor, lived in one of the best houses in Portman Square; when he engaged Selwood as his secretary he made him take a convenient set of rooms in Upper Seymour Street, close by. He also caused a telephone communication to be set up between his own house and Selwood's bedroom, so that he could summon his secretary at any hour of the night. Herapath occasionally had notions about things in the small hours, and he was one of those active, restless persons who, if they get a new idea, like to figure on it at once. All the same, during those three weeks he had not once troubled his secretary in this fashion. No call came to Selwood over that telephone until half-past seven one November morning, just as he was thinking of getting out of bed. And the voice which then greeted him was not Herapath's. It was a rather anxious, troubled voice, and it belonged to one Kitteridge, a middle-aged man, who was Herapath's butler.

Nothing is what it seems, and dead bodies abound in this classic 1920 murder mystery from the British crime author and journalist, J. S. Fletcher. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.

A quiet cathedral town in England, full of gossips and people who are not quite who they seem to be, is the setting for this murder mystery. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience

Joseph Smith Fletcher (1863- 1935) war ein Britischer Journalist, Lokalhistoriker und Kriminalschriftsteller. Neben historischen und wirtschaftlichen Betrachtungen seiner n heren und weiteren Heimat ver ffentlichte Fletcher auch ber 200 Kriminalromane. 1914 deb tierte er mit einem solchen; seine erfolgreichsten waren eine Reihe mit Abenteuern des Privatdetektivs "Ronald Camberwell." Aus dem Buch: "Cotherstone schaute ratlos ins Leere, nachdem Kitely ihn verlassen hatte. Vor drei Monaten war dieser Mann zu ihm ins B ro gekommen und hatte sich f r ein kleines Haus interessiert, das Cotherstone zu vermieten hatte... Cotherstone hatte als vielbesch ftigter Mann nicht weiter dar ber nachgedacht, und er h tte es sich niemals tr umen lassen, da gerade dieser Fremde ihn und Mallalieu schon vor drei ig Jahren gekannt hatte. Es war Cotherstones eifrigstes Bem hen gewesen, die Vorg nge jener Zeit zu vergessen, und es war ihm auch fast gelungen, sein Ged chtnis einzuschl fern. Aber nun hatte Kitely wieder alles geweckt. Sein Gesicht wurde d ster, als er ber den einen dunklen Punkt in seiner Vergangenheit nachdachte."