Found 10,047 results for "Crime thrillers"
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
No início de julho, ao entardecer, sob um calor intenso, um jovem saiu do cubículo que sublocava na travessa S.
by Agatha Christie
Mrs. Thomas Beresford shifted her position on the divan and looked gloomily out of the window of the flat.
by Agatha Christie
I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of hi...
by Dan Brown
O maior estabelecimento de pesquisa científica do mundo – Conseil Européen pour la Recherche Nucléaire (CERN) –, na Suíç...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco cas...
by Agatha Christie
"Tommy, old thing!" "Tuppence, old bean!" The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocke...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, der sehr spät am Morgen aufzustehen pflegte (außer bei den gar nicht seltenen Gelegenheiten, da er ...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...
by Erskine Childers
I HAVE read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude-save for a few black fac...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.
by John Buchan
I RETURNED from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.
by Agatha Christie
IN THE CORNER of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a sw...
by Agatha Christie
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.
by Arthur Conan Doyle
I find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892.
by Agatha Christie
"Linnet Ridgeway!" "That's her!" said Mr. Burnaby, the landlord of the Three Crowns.
by Agatha Christie
IT was close on midnight when a man crossed the Place de la Concorde.