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Edgar Wallace
Edgar Wallace (1875-1932) was a London-born writer who rose to prominence during the early twentieth century. With a background in journalism, he excelled at crime fiction with a series of detective thrillers following characters J.G. Reeder and Detective Sgt. (Inspector) Elk. Wallace is known for his extensive literary work, which has been adapted across multiple mediums, including over 160 films. His most notable contribution to cinema was the novelization and early screenplay for 1933’s King Kong.
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This England - Edgar Wallace
Edgar Wallace
This England
EAN 8596547424482
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Table of Contents
I. — THE CRASHED
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , January 29,. 1927
II. — THE IDLE RICH
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , January 22,. 1927
III. — THE IMPOSSIBLE PEOPLE
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , February 5,. 1927
IV. — OUR BURGLARS
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , February 12,. 1927
V. — THE SURGEON
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , February 19,. 1927
VI. — COMMONPLACE PEOPLE
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , March 5, 1927
VII. — THE PRECARIOUS GAME—RACING. STUDIES
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , March 12,. 1927
VIII. — THE PARSONS—ALWAYS IN DEMAND
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , March 19,. 1927
IX. — BACK TO THE ARMY—THE SAME OLD. SERVICE
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , March 26,. 1927
X. — THE MODERN GIRL—AN AGE OF REALITY
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , April 2, 1927
XI. — MUSHERS
AND RIDERS
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , April 9, 1927
XII. — 99, SOMETHING CRESCENT
Text taken from a copy the book at the Bodleian Library (http:/ / dbooks.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/ books/ PDFs/ N10513283.pdf)
XIII. — POLICE
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , April 23,. 1927
XIV. — THE FARMER—COUNTRYSIDE. PHILOSOPHY
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , April 30,. 1927
XV. — IN THE SCHOOLS—LEARNING TO LEARN
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , May 7, 1927
XVI. — THE BABY'S GUARDIAN—NANNY
: AN. INSTITUTION
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , May 14, 1927
XVII. — QUEEN CHARLOTTE'S
Text taken from a copy of the book at the Bodleian Library (http:/ / dbooks.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/ books/ PDFs/ N10513283.pdf)
XVIII. — SEA TALK
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , May 21, 1927
XIX. — ON THE JURY —CONSIDER YOUR. VERDICT
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , May 28, 1927
XX. — COMRADES AND TITLES—THE NEW CULT
Reproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand) , June 4, 1927
THE END
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I. — THE CRASHED
Table of Contents
IllustrationReproduced from The Evening Post (New Zealand), January 29, 1927
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I STOPPED my car before the gates to admire the little house. It is one of those picturesque old places that are all angles and gables. And there are high poplars and beautifully trimmed hoi hedges and a velvety little lawn as smooth as a billiard table.
In summertime there are flowers, gold and scarlet and blue, in the wide beds fringing the lawn—now one must be content with the green symmetry of box and laurel and the patch of deep red which marks Molly's chrysanthemums. Behind the house is a very serious vegetable garden and a field where chickens stalk. And an orchard—about two acres in all.
Such a house and grounds as you might buy for some twenty-five hundred or three thousand pounds. Perhaps cheaper, for it lies away from railways and is off the main road. Town folk would call it lonely, though it is entitled to describe itself as being on the fringe of the London area.
Somebody lives here (you would say if you did not know) with a comfortable income. A snug place—the tiny week-end home of some stockbroker who does not want the bother and expense of the upkeep of a more pretentious demesne.
There was no need to ask the owner of the cottage that nearly faces the oaken gates, because I am in the fullest possession of all the necessary facts.
Mrs. F— lives there. Oh, yes, she's lived there for years. She's a lady... I don't know anything about other people's business, mister.
This latter in a manner that is both suspicious and resentful. If Mrs. F— were immensely rich, our cottager would advertise her splendours; reticence he would not know. Mrs. F— isn't rich. She's immensely poor.
Molly, who met me halfway across the lawn, put the matter in a phrase. We are 'The-Crashed,'
said Molly definitely, and we try not to be Poor Brave Things—Poor Brave Things get on Mummie's nerves. Mrs. G— is a poor brave thing, and writes to the newspapers about it—well perhaps she doesn't exactly write to the newspapers, but she sort of gets her name in as the officer's widow who is beginning all over again to build her war-shattered fortune by designing furniture.
Molly is fourteen, and at Cheltenham. The bare fact of the crash
and its cause are recorded, on one of the many memorials that one passes at crossroads on the way to the races.
To the Glory of God
and the Memory of
the following Officers,
Non-Commissioned Officers
and Men of the
Royal Blankshire Regiment,
who fell in the Great War.
Molly's father got his majority in June, 1914—I forget to what, pension his widow, is entitled under the Royal Warrant. He left a small house in Berkshire that needed a lot of repairs, an old car that he had bought secondhand, a couple of hunters, a lot of odd dogs, and four children—three girls and a boy.
Oh, yes, and (as Molly reminds me) four hundred shares in Somethingfontein Deeps.
He, was killed early in the war, before he had time to save money, and everybody was terribly sympathetic, especially about Molly, "who was three, or some ridiculous age.
Molly's mother had some well-off relations—not rich, but people who kept two or three gardeners and had a flat in town. So there was a family council, and everybody agreed that the small house in the country should be sold, and Molly's mother should take an even smaller house. Family councils of this kind always advise selling the house and getting something smaller. Happily, nobody wanted to buy the little mansion unless big repairs were effected, and electric light put in and parquet flooring and running water in every room, and all that sort of thing. Molly's mother worked it all out,on a piece of paper when the children were in bed, and discovered that the repairs would cost a little more than the house would fetch, in the open market. So she elected to stay on. She had one maid, who refused to leave her, and a gardener so deaf that he couldn't be told that his services were dispensed with.
Molly's mother had two hundred a year to live on and four children to educate.
Mother decided to breed rabbits, which are notoriously prolific,
said Molly. It was the only poor brave thing she did. But she got terribly self- conscious about them, and confined herself to chickens—which are natural. Anybody can keep chickens without it getting into-the papers. She did try hard to write love stories, but she said they made her sick. I read one the other day, and it made me sick, too. Mrs. Griffel, who has the cottage down the road, was another war widow. Lord L—, who owns most of the land round here, gave her the cottage, and she has two tons of coal and all sorts of things. Nobody gave us anything, because, we were supposed to be gentry. I asked Mummie if she would have taken two tons of coal, and Mummie said, 'Like a shot!' But nobody offered, and we had one fire going besides the kitchen for years. It was terribly cold in the winters.
Education was an important matter. Tom had to go to Rugby, because Molly's father went to Rugby. The well-off relations helped, though their prosperity was diminishing with the years. The richest and most generous was a shareholder in certain coal mines, and dividends began to flutter like a bad pulse.
There was no question of keeping up appearances.
Molly's mother didn't care tuppence who knew of her poverty. She used to journey on a push bike every Saturday to Reading to buy in the cheapest market. And this small, sharp-featured lady was a terrible bargainer. She is not pretty—wholesome, but hot pretty. She cast no sad, appealing glance at susceptible butchers; she quoted glibly wholesale prices, and grew acrid when frozen mutton