Sandford Dody

CHAPTER ONE The curtain parted swiftly with a clang of rings on rod. "I repeat, Madam, what would you do if I tried to throw you off the terrace?" The question had not been answered and would not be answered now. It was not a question to be answered easily. I wasn't certain just how rhetorical...

Richard Seaton sat alone and gazed out at the lights of San Francisco from the Top of the Mark. His left arm throbbed painfully from the second of his two cholera shots. But his mind was fixed on other matters. He had begun to feel a growing sense of adventure. He had never been west of Chicago;...