Part Five – The Russian Pearl Buyer Ugly tales, my friend – perhaps tales that should be left untold,” the Russian shook his head. In the harbor, lights cast weird reflections into the water and they were mirrored upon the tense faces about the table. The proprietor came just then, bringing another bottle, and refilled…
Part Four – The Artist The Artist from Vienna shook his head deprecatingly. “Mine is not like the tragedies I have just heard,” he mused. “It is a simple tale. It is strange though that it was the great war of the world that catapulted us all into the paths of living we would not…
Part Three – The Consul The Czechoslovakian Consul lighted a cigarette. “Perhaps to know that those of your own family had been crucified and then killed in slow agony would be no worse torment than to know the treachery of a brother and a wife,” he mused. “It was the world war, too, for me.…
Part Two – The Frenchman It grew dark quickly. Night in the tropics always falls like a scented whisper, hushing all sounds, softening all harshness, muting to an echo all stridency. The moon appeared so suddenly in the heavens that it seemed as as if it had been bewitched there by a magician’s hand. The…
Part 1 – Introduction It gets to be a habit, call it bad or good, to tell someone else’s story. Especially when you haven’t lived long enough to have any particularly fascinating saga yourself. I don’t know why I want to tell this story. Or you might want to call it four stories. They made…
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