Terror Keep is an adventure novel by Edgar Wallace. It opens in Broadmoor Criminal Asylum, where the infamous John Flack, known as a clever and dangerous crook, is an inmate. A classic crime thriller worth listening to for its atmosphere and suspense.
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Opening of the book
TERROR KEEP BY EDGAR WALLACE HODDER AND STOUGHTON LIMITED LONDON [DEDICATION] TO LESLIE FABER (“Tƒŧ RƗƿƄŧǡ”) CONTENTS FOREWARD CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
TERROR KEEP
FOREWARD
RƗƄƒǵƯΏ speaking, it is improper, not to say illegal, for those sadly privileged few who go in and out of Broadmoor Criminal Asylum, to have pointed out to them any particular character, however notorious he may have been or to what heights of public interest his infamy had carried him, before the testifying doctors and a merciful jury consigned him to this place without hope. But often had John Flack been pointed out as he shuffled about the grounds, his hands behind him, his chin on his breast, a tall, lean old man in an ill-fitting suit of drab clothing, who spoke to nobody and was spoken to by few.
“That is Flack—the Flack; the cleverest crook in the world… Crazy
John Flack… nine murders…”
Men who were in Broadmoor for isolated homicides were rather proud of Old John in their queer, sane moments. The officers who locked him up at night and watched him as he slept had little to say against him, because he gave no trouble, and through all the six years of his incarceration had never once been seized of those frenzies which so often end in the hospital for some poor innocent devil, and a rubber-padded cell for the frantic author of misfortune.
He spent most of his time writing and reading, for he was