The Lock and Key Library \ Julian Hawthorne
Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with the house which is the subject of this Christmas piece. I saw it in the daylight, with the sun upon it. There was no wind, no rain, no lightning, no thunder, no awful or unwonted circumstance, of any kind, to heighten its effect.
The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins
Thus, the story here presented will be told by more than one pen,
as the story of an offence against the laws is told in Court by
more than one witness--with the same object, in both cases, to
present the truth always in its most direct and most intelligible
aspect; and to trace the course of one complete series of events,
by making the persons who have been most closely connected with
them, at each successive stage, relate their own experience, word
for word.
The Wallet of Kai Lung by Ernest Bramah
No person of consequence ever made the journey unattended; but Kai Lung professed to have no fear, remarking with extempore wisdom, when warned at the previous village, that a worthless garment covered one with better protection than that afforded by an army of bowmen.
Kai Lung's Golden Hours by Ernest Bramah
Kai Lung cast himself down in refuge from the noontide sun and slept. When he woke it was with the sound of discreet laughter trickling through his dreams. He sat up and looked around. Across the glade two maidens stood in poised expectancy within the shadow of a wild fig-tree
The Mirror of Kong Ho by Ernest Bramah
Having at length reached the summit of my journey, that London of which the merchants from Canton spoke so many strange and incredible
things, I now send you filial salutations three times increased, and in accordance with your explicit command I shall write all things to you with an unvarnished brush,
Max Carrados Mysteries by Ernest Bramah
"Millicent married Creake after a very short engagement. It was a frightfully subdued wedding - more like a funeral to me. The man professed to have no relations and apparently he had scarcely any friends or business acquaintances.
The Lady, or the Tiger? by Frank R. Stockton
When a subject was accused of a crime of sufficient importance
to interest the king, public notice was given that on an appointed
day the fate of the accused person would be decided in the king's
arena, a structure which well deserved its name,
The Jordans Murder by Sydney Fowler
A naked body left dangling on a fence, the victim of a strange murder, smashed the Sabbath morning peace of a small Quaker village. This gruesome object, all that was left of an apparently wealthy man, was found propped on a stile at the turn of a lonely country road.
I Say No by Wilkie Collins
Miss Ladd knew her business as a schoolmistress too well to allow
night-lights; and Miss Ladd's young ladies were supposed to be
fast asleep, in accordance with the rules of the house. Only at
intervals the silence was faintly disturbed, when the restless
turning of one of the girls in her bed betrayed itself by a
gentle rustling between the sheets.
The Innocence of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton
Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering
ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a swarm of
folk like flies, among whom the man we must follow was by no means
conspicuous--nor wished to be.
Hunted Down by Charles Dickens
I confess, for my part, that I Have been taken in, over and over
again. I have been taken in by acquaintances, and I have been
taken in (of course) by friends; far oftener by friends than by any
other class of persons. How came I to be so deceived? Had I quite
misread their faces?
The Haunted Hotel By Wilkie Collins
Did the lady in the consulting-room suspect him? or did Thomas's
shoes creak, and was her sense of hearing unusually keen?
Whatever the explanation may be, the event that actually happened
was beyond all doubt. Exactly as Doctor Wybrow passed his
consulting-room, the door opened--the lady appeared on the threshold--
and laid her hand on his arm.
The Golf Course Mystery by Chester K. Steele
Not far away was Loch Harbor, where the yachts of the club of which
Captain Gerry Poland was president anchored, and a mile or so in the
opposite direction was Lake Tacoma, on the shore of which was Lakeside.
A rather exclusive colony summered there, the hotel numbering many
wealthy persons among its patrons.
My Favorite Murder by Ambrose Bierce
May it please your Honor, crimes are ghastly or agreeable only by comparison. If you were familiar with the details of my client's previous murder of his uncle you would discern in his later offense (if offense it may be called) something in the nature of tender forbearance
The Wisdom of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton
Dr Hood paced the length of his string of apartments, bounded-- as the boys' geographies say--on the east by the North Sea and on the west
by the serried ranks of his sociological and criminologist library. He was clad in an artist's velvet, but with none of an artist's negligence;
The Agony Column by Earl Derr Biggers
About the soda-water bar in the drug store near the Hotel Cecil many American tourists found solace in the sirups and creams of home. Through the open windows of the Piccadilly tea shops you might catch glimpses of the English consuming quarts of hot tea in order to become cool. It is a paradox they swear by.
Fifty Candles by Earl Derr Biggers
If the certificate spoke the truth, then Chang See must be regarded as an American citizen and freely admitted to Honolulu with no
wearisome chatter about the Chinese Exclusion Act. But the inspector at the port had been made wary by long service.
Seven Keys to Baldpate by Earl Derr Biggers
The girl's trim shoulders no longer heaved so unhappily. Mr. Magee, approaching, thought himself again in the college yard at dusk, with the great elms sighing overhead
Keeper of the Keys by Earl Derr Biggers
The House Without a Key by Earl Derr Biggers
The Chinese Parrot by Earl Derr Biggers
The Black Camel by Earl Derr Biggers
Behind That Curtain by Earl Derr Biggers
The Mystery of the Yellow Room by Gaston Leroux
It is not without a certain emotion that I begin to recount here
the extraordinary adventures of Joseph Rouletabille. Down to the
present time he had so firmly opposed my doing it that I had come
to despair of ever publishing the most curious of police stories
of the past fifteen years.
The need to pay attention
Wake up! The world is leading you wrong.
There is another world hidden but far greater.
The word 'subtle' decribes that world, not
because it is not substantial, but because
we have been blinded by our own obsession
with this earth.
That is why we have messengers to teach us.
They speak words of truth that go to our
hearts. They, by the way they suffer, prove
to us that there is no earthly desire from
these souls. They have nothing to gain by
telling us the secrets God has revealed to
them. But it is part of their duty to show
us a glimmer of that other kingdom.
Every word of truth they speak causes them
to be persecuted more by leaders and the scum
of this world, and so has it been since the
beginning of time.
Some of these prophets' names are familiar to
you but you let the leaders convince you
that they are qualified to interpret for you.
You are responsible for your own investigation!
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