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Bill The Bloodhound - (1)
There's a divinity that shapes our ends. Consider the case of Henry Pifield Rice, detective. I must explain Henry early, to avoid disappoin…
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Bill The Bloodhound - (2)
A detective is only human. The less of a detective, the more human he is. Henry was not much of a detective, and his human traits were cons…
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Extricating Young Gussie - (1)
She sprang it on me before breakfast. There in seven words you have a complete character sketch of my Aunt Agatha. I could go on indefinite…
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Extricating Young Gussie - (2)
He wasn't taking any chances. On the Saturday and Sunday we practically lived in a beastly little music-room at the offices of the publishe…
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Wilton's Holiday - (1)
When Jack Wilton first came to Marois Bay, none of us dreamed that he was a man with a hidden sorrow in his life. There was something about…
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Wilton's Holiday - (2)
'The tide is coming in' she faltered. She looked at the sea with such altered feelings that it seemed a different sea altogether. There was…
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Wilton's Holiday - (3)
And he let me lick out the saucepan in which the dinner had been cooked. After that, we got on fine. Whenever I heard anyone at the window…
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Wilton's Holiday - (4)
So we rubbed noses as friendly as you please. It was a treat meeting one of one's own sort. I had had enough of those high-toned dogs who l…
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Crowned Heads - (1)
Katie had never been more surprised in her life than when the serious young man with the brown eyes and the Charles Dana Gibson profile spi…
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Crowned Heads - (2)
It was not till she took the news of her engagement to old Mr Bennett that it was borne in upon Katie that Fate did not intend to be so who…
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At Geisenheimer's - (1)
As I walked to Geisenheimer's that night I was feeling blue and restless, tired of New York, tired of dancing, tired of everything. Broadwa…
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At Geisenheimer's - (2)
I saw those brown eyes of hers flash, and she said, 'I'll try.' 'Good for you,' I said. 'Now you get those tears dried, and fix yourself up…
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The Making Of Mac's - (1)
Mac's Restaurant nobody calls it MacFarland's is a mystery. It is off the beaten track. It is not smart. It does not advertise. It provides…
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The Making Of Mac's - (2)
Well, it did begin to look as if he was right. Ten high-class supper-folk in an evening was pretty hot stuff for MacFarland's. I'm bound to…
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One Touch Of Nature
The feelings of Mr J. Wilmot Birdsey, as he stood wedged in the crowd that moved inch by inch towards the gates of the Chelsea Football Gro…
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Black For Luck - (1)
He was black, but comely. Obviously in reduced circumstances, he had nevertheless contrived to retain a certain smartness, a certain air wh…
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Black For Luck - (2)
Their relations, she told herself, were so splendidly unsentimental. There was no need for that silent defensiveness which had come to seem…
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The Romance Of An Ugly Policeman - (1)
Crossing the Thames by Chelsea Bridge, the wanderer through London finds himself in pleasant Battersea. Rounding the Park, where the female…
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The Romance Of An Ugly Policeman - (2)
The sharp-faced woman was waiting for him at the door. He followed her into the flat. 'What is it, ma'am?' 'Theft! Our cook has been steali…
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A Sea Of Troubles
Mr Meggs's mind was made up. He was going to commit suicide. There had been moments, in the interval which had elapsed between the first in…
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The Man With Two Left Feet - (1)
Students of the folk-lore of the United States of America are no doubt familiar with the quaint old story of Clarence MacFadden. Clarence M…
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The Man With Two Left Feet - (2)
These two facts were the ruin of the literary method, for, while it was possible to study the text and the plates at the bank, the home was…