The Master Rogue: The Confessions of a Croesus

I cannot remember the time when I was not absolutely certain that I would be a millionaire. And I had not been a week in the big wholesale dry-goods house in Worth Street in whi...

In the days of our modesty my wife used to plan that we would retire when we had twenty thousand a year--enough, she then thought, to provide for every want, reasonable or unrea...

The result is the almost complete estrangement between my wife and me. Every month we have a fierce quarrel over the waste, often a quarrel that lasts the month through and brea...

But whatever excuse there may be for Walter’s shifty, smirking, deprecating personality, which seems to me, at times, not a peg above the personality of a dancing-master, there...

She stood before me, tall and slim and golden brown--the colour is chiefly in her hair and lashes and brows, but there is a golden brown tinge in her skin; as for her eyes, they...

He is one of those highly successful New York physicians who are famed among the laity for their skill in medicine, and in the profession for their skill at hocus-pocus. He is a...

“That is true enough,” she interrupted. “Women who thought they were marrying men and find they are married to monsters sometimes do imitate their husbands’ methods in a small,...

The presents began to pour in; two rooms down-stairs were filling with magnificence, and we had sent several van loads to the safety deposit vaults. There must have been close u...

The one of these fish that peculiarly interested me was--my son Walter. I knew he would be there, and had known it since the third week of my campaign. As I have never permitted...

I had no difficulty in believing him, for Natalie’s experience with her dowry had no doubt put her in the proper frame of mind for any further change of plan I might happen to m...

“No--not his _life_-work. I can’t do that. I wish I could. I wish I could destroy it even in myself. No, all I can hope to do is to paralyse his dead hand--that awful hand he ha...