The Man Who Was Thursday
By G. K. Chesterton
A surreal metaphysical thriller about a secret council of anarchists named after days of the week.
Table of Contents
A WILD, MAD, HILARIOUS AND PROFOUNDLY MOVING TALE It is very difficult to classify THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY. It is possible to say that it is a gripping adventure story of murdero...
THE TWO POETS OF SAFFRON PARK The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick throughout; its s...
THE SECRET OF GABRIEL SYME The cab pulled up before a particularly dreary and greasy beershop, into which Gregory rapidly conducted his companion. They seated themselves in a clos...
THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY Before one of the fresh faces could appear at the doorway, Gregory’s stunned surprise had fallen from him. He was beside the table with a bound, and a noi...
THE TALE OF A DETECTIVE Gabriel Syme was not merely a detective who pretended to be a poet; he was really a poet who had become a detective. Nor was his hatred of anarchy hypocrit...
THE FEAST OF FEAR At first the large stone stair seemed to Syme as deserted as a pyramid; but before he reached the top he had realised that there was a man leaning over the parap...
in the President, with that daring disregard of public suspicion which was his policy, was actually chaffing Gogol upon his inability to assume conventional graces. “Our friend Tu...
THE EXPOSURE Such were the six men who had sworn to destroy the world. Again and again Syme strove to pull together his common sense in their presence. Sometimes he saw for an ins...
THE UNACCOUNTABLE CONDUCT OF PROFESSOR DE WORMS “Sit down!” said Sunday in a voice that he used once or twice in his life, a voice that made men drop drawn swords. The three who ...
THE PROFESSOR EXPLAINS When Gabriel Syme found himself finally established in a chair, and opposite to him, fixed and final also, the lifted eyebrows and leaden eyelids of the Pro...
THE MAN IN SPECTACLES “Burgundy is a jolly thing,” said the Professor sadly, as he set his glass down. “You don’t look as if it were,” said Syme; “you drink it as if it were medi...
THE DUEL Syme sat down at a café table with his companions, his blue eyes sparkling like the bright sea below, and ordered a bottle of Saumur with a pleased impatience. He was for...
THE CRIMINALS CHASE THE POLICE Syme put the field-glasses from his eyes with an almost ghastly relief. “The President is not with them, anyhow,” he said, and wiped his forehead. ...
THE EARTH IN ANARCHY Urging the horses to a gallop, without respect to the rather rugged descent of the road, the horsemen soon regained their advantage over the men on the march,...
THE PURSUIT OF THE PRESIDENT Next morning five bewildered but hilarious people took the boat for Dover. The poor old Colonel might have had some cause to complain, having been fir...
THE SIX PHILOSOPHERS Across green fields, and breaking through blooming hedges, toiled six draggled detectives, about five miles out of London. The optimist of the party had at fi...
THE ACCUSER As Syme strode along the corridor he saw the Secretary standing at the top of a great flight of stairs. The man had never looked so noble. He was draped in a long robe...