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Now the merry bugle-horn Through the forest ...

What The Professor Saw
This story is not so painful as the one entitled "_Wh...

The Red-haired Girl
A WIFE'S STORY In 1876 we took a house in one of t...

The Lost Key
Lady X., after walking in a wood near her house in Irel...

Queen Mary's Jewels
"I have had a strange dream about your ring" (a "medall...

The Watseka Wonder
When the biography of the late Richard Hodgson is wri...

Glamis Castle
Of all the hauntings in Scotland, none has gained suc...

An Idiot Ghost With Brass Buttons
(Philadelphia _Press_, June 16, 1889) In a pretty bu...

The Rose Garden
Mr and Mrs Anstruther were at breakfast in the parlour ...

What Uncle Saw
This story need not have been written. It is too sad ...





A Master Of Mysteries






The Mystery Of The Circular Chamber
One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer: "My Dear Bell, "I shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient to call upon me at ten o'clock to-morrow morning on a matter of extreme ...

The Warder Of The Door
"If you don't believe it, you can read it for yourself," said Allen Clinton, climbing up the steps and searching among the volumes on the top shelf. I lay back in my chair. The beams from the sinking sun shone through the st...

The Mystery Of The Felwyn Tunnel
I was making experiments of some interest at South Kensington, and hoped that I had perfected a small but not unimportant discovery, when, on returning home one evening in late October in the year 1893, I found a visiting card ...

The Eight-mile Lock
It was in the August of 1889, when I was just arranging my annual holiday, that I received the following letter. I tore it open and read: "Theodora House-boat, Goring. "Dear Mr. Bell, "Can you come down on Wedn...

How Siva Spoke
During the summer of the past year a medical friend of mine sent me an invitation to dine with him and two of his fellow-craftsmen at the Welcome Club at the Earl's Court Exhibition. One of our party was a certain Dr. Laurier, ...

To Prove An Alibi
I first met Arthur Cressley in the late spring of 1892. I had been spending the winter in Egypt, and was returning to Liverpool. One calm evening, about eleven o'clock, while we were still in the Mediterranean, I went on deck t...