The barge of haunted lives

For more than two hours, a solitary hunter, crouching in a reed-covered sneak-boat that was drawn close to a muddy bank topped with coarse, yellow grass, had been gazing moodily...

“Well, Canbeck, it’s the product of a hobby--the hobby of one who, for many years, has found diversion in the study of the strange fates that befall mankind. It is a vessel as c...

In describing the events which, in the course of only a few months, have transformed me from a care-free and prosperous young man of the world into a miserable creature whose ve...

In the insane asylums of the United States there are, at this hour, hundreds of persons who are no more mad than are men and women who, having witnessed one of the entertainment...

Though, for reasons which you will soon understand, I have been known recently by the name of Alfred Ferguson, I am no other than Cecil, Lord Galonfield, and am the possessor of...

Incredible as my assertion may appear to you who have just heard Lord Galonfield relate his remarkable adventures, I may truly say that not at any time since the night on which...

The story which I have to tell will be briefer than the others you have heard, but it is the story of twenty-three long, delusive years. It is the story of an ambition that was...

Though the story you have had from the lips of the Hypochondriacal Painter is one of a weight of woe that was accumulated in the course of twenty-three long, wasted years, I dou...

It is unfortunate that, with a physical appearance so repellent that it is wont to inspire dislike before others of my attributes are known, I should be further handicapped at t...

Had there been occasion to mention my name in the course of the narratives that have preceded mine, I doubt not that most of you would have recognized the fact that in this comp...

While listening to the stories of adventures and misadventures that have been narrated here, I have been irritated, from time to time, by the tendency of the narrators to suspec...

“And so, you see, sir, your friend Glyncamp had something else on his mind when you understood him to say that the Gargoyle was the murderer of Prince Maranotti,” he said.

The gates of Dreamland seemed to be opening their portals to me now, and I felt as if peris, standing at my visited my girlish fancies were gazing on me from the side, were poin...