{"product_id":"2940014757836","title":"The Mardi Gras Mystery [Illustrated with active TOC]","description":"• Includes  original illustrations\u003cbr\u003e• The book has been proof-read and corrected for spelling and grammatical errors\u003cbr\u003e• A table of contents with working links to chapters is included\u003cbr\u003e• Quality formatting \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt from the book:\u003cbr\u003eAT TEN o'clock that Monday morning Gramont's car approached Canal Street, and halted a block distant. For any car to gain Canal, much less to follow it, was impossible. From curb to curb the wide avenue was thronged with carnival folk, who would hold their own until Proteus came ashore to manage his own parade and his own section of the festivities.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGramont left the car, and turned to speak with Hammond.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I've made out at least two fingerprints on the luggage compartment,\" he said, quietly. \"Drive around to police headquarters and enter a complaint in my name to a robbery of the compartment; say that the thief got away with some valuable packages I had been about to mail. They have a process of transferring fingerprints such as these; get it done. Perhaps they can identify the thief, for it must  have been some clever picklock to get into the compartment without leaving a scratch. Take your time about it and come home when you've finished.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHammond listened stolidly. \"If it was the bulls done it, cap'n, going to them will get us pinched sure——\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"If they had done it,\" said Gramont, \"we'd have been pinched long before this! It was someone sent by that devil Jachin Fell, and I'll land him if I can!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Then Fell will land us if he's got the stuff!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Let him! How can he prove anything, unless he had brought the police to open up that compartment? Get along with you!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHammond grinned, saluted, and drove away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlowly Gramont edged his way through the eddying crowds to Canal Street, and presently gained the imposing portals of the Exeter National Bank. Entering the building, he sent his card to the private office of the president; a moment later he was ushered in, and was closeted with Joseph Maillard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe interior of the Exeter National reflected the stern personality that ruled it.  The bank was dark, old fashioned, conservative, guarded with much effrontery of iron grills and bars against the evil doer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe window men greeted their customers with infrequent smiles, with caution and reserve so great that it was positively chilly. Suspicion seemed in the air. The bank's reputation for guarding the sanctity of wealth seemed to rest heavily upon each pair of bowed shoulders. Even the stenographers were unhandsome women, weary-eyed, drearily efficient, and obviously respectable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs befitted so old and conservative a New Orleans institution, much of its business was transacted in French.","brand":"Unforgotten Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47084061655280,"sku":"2940014757836","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014757836_p0.jpg?v=1763614877","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014757836","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}