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Green Branches
FIONA MACLEOD In the year that followed the death ...

The Vision Of Charles Xi Of Sweden
The authenticity of the following narrative rests ...

The Roll-call Of The Reef
A. T. QUILLER-COUCH "Yes, sir," said my host, the ...

Piggery
The hog is an animal for which we have no especial liki...

The Man At The Lift
In the same way, in August, 1890, a lady in a Boston ho...

The Hand Of Glory
One evening, between the years 1790 and 1800, a tr...

The Other Lodgers
"In order to take that train," said Colonel Leverin...

Drake's Drum
Sir Francis Drake--who appears to have been especi...

The Old Family Coach
A distinguished and accomplished country gentleman and ...

The Prior Of Tynemouth
Prior Olaf stood on the central merlon of the gate to...





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...