Excerpt from Friday, the Thirteenth: A Novel Riday, the 13th; I thought as much. If Bob has started, there will be hell, but I will see what I can do. The sound of my voice, as I dropped the receiver, seemed to part the mists of five years and usher me into the world of Then as though it had never passed on. I had been sitting in my office, letting the tape slide through my fingers while its every yard spelled panic in a constantly rising voice, when they told me that Brownley on the floor of the Exchange wanted me at the 'phone, and quick. Brownley was our junior partner and floor man. He talked with a rush. Stock Exchange floor men in panics never let their speech hobble. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.