Havoc Author:Edward Phillips Oppenheim Out he wentżlong lank uncouth with yellow-stained fingers and hatchet-shaped gray faceża strange figure but yet a power. Bellamy remained. For a while he seemed doubtful how to pass the time. He stood in front of the window watching the dispersal of the crowds and the marching by of a regiment of soldiers whose movements he followed with c... more »ritical interest for he too had been in the service. (Excerpt)« less