Come with me to Spyglass House, built on a fault line where time and space meet at the intersection of all dimensions, where alternate worlds beckon through each side door, and where the exotic seems common place. But hang onto your club key. You'll not get back home without it.
All this Rex Barney finds out when through the disbursement of a will, he receives a key shaped like a telescope. He is not impressed. He'd rather have money. But then he finds the key is his entry into the private club of Spyglass House, and becomes impressed when stumbles out a side door into 19th century Indjia, a land of snake charmers and elephants, steam engines and sailing ships. He falls in with two genteel ladies who promise him sweetmeats, card tricks, and other entertainment if he will accompany them on the train to Norpur and join in an endeavor to steal a stash of royal jewels--rubies, diamonds, emeralds the size of a thumbnail--worth enough to escape steamy clutches of Beybom, and live large in Londoon and Pariie.
It all sounds like great fun, until Rex is shanghaied aboard a tall ship, runs into pirates seeking to separate head from body, treks through mangrove swamps infested with snakes and mosquitoes, faces jungle people who are out looking for stew meat, and eats stirred-fried beetles which might taste a little bit like chicken, but a whole lot like puke. All this before he gets caught in the crossfire over who should be the next Maharaja of Donjobi.
Yeah, great fun, if he can hold onto his own jewels, and hang onto to the key to get back into Spyglass House.
Genre: Thriller
All this Rex Barney finds out when through the disbursement of a will, he receives a key shaped like a telescope. He is not impressed. He'd rather have money. But then he finds the key is his entry into the private club of Spyglass House, and becomes impressed when stumbles out a side door into 19th century Indjia, a land of snake charmers and elephants, steam engines and sailing ships. He falls in with two genteel ladies who promise him sweetmeats, card tricks, and other entertainment if he will accompany them on the train to Norpur and join in an endeavor to steal a stash of royal jewels--rubies, diamonds, emeralds the size of a thumbnail--worth enough to escape steamy clutches of Beybom, and live large in Londoon and Pariie.
It all sounds like great fun, until Rex is shanghaied aboard a tall ship, runs into pirates seeking to separate head from body, treks through mangrove swamps infested with snakes and mosquitoes, faces jungle people who are out looking for stew meat, and eats stirred-fried beetles which might taste a little bit like chicken, but a whole lot like puke. All this before he gets caught in the crossfire over who should be the next Maharaja of Donjobi.
Yeah, great fun, if he can hold onto his own jewels, and hang onto to the key to get back into Spyglass House.
Genre: Thriller
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