The Green God
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Ashton flushed a sullen red, then picked up the jewel and set it carelessly upon the top of a cut-glass salt cellar, turning it this way and that to catch the light. As he did so, I observed the Chinese servant enter the doorway opposite me with cigars, cigarettes and an alcohol lamp upon a tray, and I was startled to see his wooden, impassive face light up with a glare of sudden anger and alarm as he caught sight of the jewel. Major Temple, observing him at the same moment, quickly covered the figure with his hand, and the Chinaman, resuming almost instantly his customary look of childlike unconcern, proceeded to offer us the contents of the tray as Miss Temple rose and left the table. I instinctively felt that Mr. Ashton and his host desired to be alone, so, after lighting my
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While I can understand the morals of the day in which the story is set, I find it completely beyond my comprehension how some females are so totally inept and thick! Some of the men are just as bad if not worse as this story unfolds.
The premise was good initially but things just seemed to get worse as I read on to the end.
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The suspect? A man with whom the deceased had shady business dealings and an argument the same night.
But, how could this happen? You need a master detective to find out, of course.
The Green God? A Jade Buddha. The object of the shady dealings.
Was it a murder? Is the room the deceased slept in haunted?
The Green God is not one I enjoyed if nothing more than that the protagonist and narrator, Owen Morgan, is hands down the densest, most stupidest individual I have ever encountered in literature.
Though he ultimately solves the mystery, his absentmindedness is guaranteed to drive the reader to distraction.