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Updated: June 18, 2025
"He left a good many orders, but I think you were to eat food with him in the frosty halls of the University Club almost at once. He's in a state of mind. In love with the daughter of his father's enemy just like a Park Theatre thriller.
His eyes wandered blankly from the crumbling ticket-booth to the unkempt lobby and back to the lurid billing the current attraction was a seven-reel thriller entitled "What He Least Expected," but Henry missed the parallel. With trembling fingers he produced a cigarette, but in his daze he blew out two matches in succession.
And now for the thriller. Old "Arapahoe" Grimes dies of angina pectoris one night so Helen informs us in a stage-ferryboat whisper over the footlights while only his secretary was present. The cash disappears at the same time. "Gawd knows I love him; but if he has done this deed " you sabe, don't you?
The papers made rather a striking story of his romantic history and its startling denouement which had come they said through the death bed confessions of the man Roberts which had only just reached the older Massey's hands, strangely enough on the eve of his own tragic death, which was again related to make the tale a little more of a thriller.
She raised her cup to her lips. "Are you doing story illustrations?" asked Rupert, more alive now than he had been all morning. "Yes. A historical thriller for a magazine. They want a full-page cut for the first chapter and a half-page to illustrate the most exciting scene. Then there're innumerable smaller ones. But the two large ones are what I'm worrying about.
There was also the driver of a motor truck in the story, Mike by name. Mike drove the truck that carried an oil tank from the city to a town. Mike had given him a lift; Mike often did that. When they got out in the country here, Joe had asked Mike to let him down he wanted to get some blackberries. Mike had said he would pick Joe up on the way back. Such was the thriller Tommy had listened to.
Before the week ended I had written another thriller and this, too, was accepted. Thereafter, for a year or more, my Sundays and the most of my evenings were riots of ink and blood. The ink was real enough and the blood purely imaginary. My heroes spilled the latter and I the former. Sometimes my yarns were refused, but the most of them were accepted and paid for. My price rose.
Several years later, when I was spending the summer at Shahwandahgooze, in the Laurentian Mountains, I again met Billy Le Heup, the hunter, and one night when we were listening to a wolf concert I mentioned the foregoing newspaper thriller.
I don't like to have daddy ride off on such errands. Sometimes there are accidents." "I should think there would be!" exclaimed Nan Sherwood. "Why! two men already have been wounded." "Just like the moving pictures!" said Bess eagerly. "A five-reel thriller." "You wouldn't talk like that if Mr. Hammond should be hurt," said Grace admonishingly. "Of course he won't be!" returned Bess.
The Señor must be seventy years old now, but a man of mystery, fabulously rich.... Just a little while ago, he brought over a fresh bride from South America. They say she's a thriller to look at. The Spaniard calls her his 'Glow-worm' " "Truly a honeymoon name," Bedient observed. "You see," the Captain concluded, "I can speak of The Pleiad only from the outside.
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