Books with title R. Holmes

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This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide.

It was a blistering night in August. All day long the mercury in the thermometer had been flirting with the figures at the top of the tube, and the promised shower at night which a mendacious Weather Bureau had been prophesying as a slight mitigation of our sufferings was conspicuous wholly by its absence. I had but one comfort in the sweltering hours of the day, afternoon and evening, and that was that my family were away in the mountains, and there was no law against my sitting around all day clad only in my pajamas, and otherwise concealed from possibly intruding eyes by the wreaths of smoke that I extracted from the nineteen or twenty cigars which, when there is no protesting eye to suggest otherwise, form my daily allowance. I had tried every method known to the resourceful flat-dweller of modern times to get cool and to stay so, but alas, it was impossible. Even the radiators, which all winter long had never once given forth a spark of heat, now hissed to the touch of my moistened finger. Enough cooling drinks to float an ocean greyhound had passed into my inner man, with no other result than to make me perspire more profusely than ever, and in so far as sensations went, to make me feel hotter than before. Finally, as a last resource, along about midnight, its gridiron floor having had a chance to lose some of its stored-up warmth, I climbed out upon the fire-escape at the rear of the Richmere, hitched my hammock from one of the railings thereof to the leader running from the roof to the area, and swung myself therein some eighty feet above the concealed pavement of our backyard-so called, perhaps, because of its dimensions which were just about that square.

John Kendrick Bangs (May 27, 1862 – January 21, 1922) was an American author, humorist, editor and satirist.He was born in Yonkers, New York. His father Francis Nehemiah Bangs was a lawyer in New York City, as was his brother, Francis S. Bangs.He went to Columbia College from 1880 to 1883 where he became editor of Columbia's literary magazine, Acta Columbia, and contributed short anonymous pieces to humor magazines. After graduation in 1883 with a Bachelor of Philosophy degree in Political Science, Bangs entered Columbia Law School but left in 1884 to become Associate Editor of Life under Edward S. Martin. Bangs contributed many articles and poems to the magazine between 1884 and 1888. During this period, Bangs published his first books.

Excerpt: ...you?" "I would indeed," said I. "Well-you see, I wasn't, so there you are," said Raffles Holmes. "By-the- way, you've come at an interesting moment. There'll be things doing before the evening is over. I've had an anxious caller here five times already to- day. I've been standing in the barber-shop opposite getting a line on him. His card name is Grouch, his real name is-" Here Raffles Holmes leaned forward and whispered in my ear a name of such eminent respectability that I fairly gasped. "You don't mean the Mr. --" "Nobody else," said Raffles Holmes. "Only he don't know I know who he is. The third time Grouch called I trailed him to Blank's house, and then recognized him as Blank himself." "And what does he want with you?" I asked. "That remains to be seen," said Raffles Holmes. "All I know is that next Tuesday he will be required to turn over $100,000 unregistered bonds to a young man about to come of age, for whom he has been a trustee." "Aha!" said I. "And you think-" "I don't think, Jenkins, until the time comes. Gray matter is scarce these times, and I'm not wasting any of mine on unnecessary speculation," said Raffles Holmes. At this point the telephone-bell rang and Raffles answered the summons. "Yes, I'll see Mr. Grouch. Show him up," he said. "It would be mighty interesting reading if some newspaper showed him up," he added, with a grin, as he returned. "By-the-way, Jenkins, I think you'd better go in there and have a half-hour's chat with the talking-machine. I have an idea old man Grouch won't have much to say with a third party present. Listen all you want to, but don't breathe too loud or you'll frighten him away." I immediately retired, and a moment later Mr. Grouch entered Raffles Holmes's den. "Glad to see you," said Raffles Holmes, cordially. "I was wondering how soon you'd be here." "You expected me, then?" asked the visitor, in surprise. "Yes," said Holmes. "Next Tuesday is young Wilbraham's twenty-first birthday,...

Whether you're a fan of A. Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories, or the famous thief A.J. Raffle's, John Kendrick Bangs' acclaimed work, R. Holmes & Co. might well be one of the most intriguing books you would enjoy reading. This is essentially a collection of stories about Raffles Holmes, the son of Sherlock Holmes and the grandson of A.J. Raffles. Aided by an artistic assistant who goes by the name of Jenkins, he is the embodiment of the main traits and qualities of both the illustrious detective and the famous thief, and doesn't hesitate to use them to his advantage.The stories present an intriguing timeline arc that speaks of the romantic pursuits between Sherlock Holmes and A.J. Raffles' daughter, Marjorie. The two having married and raised a son who, on the surface, had every good intention that his father stood for during his life, couldn't have suspected that he would actually begin using his deductive and disguise skills, as well as his keen and penetrating mind, to create cases and then solve them for monetary benefits.A total of ten exciting and adventure-packed stories are included in the collections. Some of these are The Adventure Of The Dorrington Ruby Seal, The Redemption Of Young Billington Rand and The Adventure Of Room 407, all carefully and methodically developed by Bangs to be as logical as possible, while still retaining the author's commonly adopted humorous attitude.John Kendrick Bangs is known for his outstanding ability to create fun and exciting fantasies, some of his best works, such as Andiron Tales and A Houseboat on the Styx even earning him comparisons with great authors like Mark Twain and L. Frank Baum.R. Holmes & Co. may not be as well-known as the aforementioned works, but it is certainly just as well-received both by Baum's critics at the beginning of the 20th century, and by his countless readers throughout the century to come.