The Man with Two Left Feet, and Other Stories

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Bill the Bloodhound (1)
And Other Stories Bill the Bloodhound (1) There's a divinity that shapes our ends. Consider the case of Henry Pifield Rice, detective. I mu…
Bill the Bloodhound (2)
At this point the stage-manager, bellowing from the prompt-box, urged Henry to desist. It is one of the mysteries of behind-the-scenes acou…
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…
Extricating Young Gussie (2)
Gussie opened his vaudeville career on the following Monday at a rummy sort of place uptown where they had moving pictures some of the time…
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…
Wilton's Holiday (2)
He was leaping heavenwards for the hundredth time, when, chancing to glance to one side, he perceived Mary again returning. By this time hi…
The Mixer (1)
I. He Meets a Shy Gentleman Looking back, I always consider that my career as a dog proper really started when I was bought for the sum of…
The Mixer (2)
They both looked at me. 'What's he growling at?' asked Fred. 'Think he heard something?' The old man laughed. 'He wasn't growling. He was t…
The Mixer (3)
It was worth listening to, what he used to tell me. He told me the most surprising things. I didn't know, for instance, that there were any…
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…
Crowned Heads (2)
'But, Ted, dear, you don't understand,' Katie said. 'We simply couldn't do that. There's no one but me to look after him, poor old man. How…
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…
At Geisenheimer's (2)
Charlie, as I've already hinted, was not a dancer who took much of his attention off his feet while in action. He was there to do his durne…
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…
The Making of Mac's (2)
'That's all. We needn't argue about it. If you want to come here and have supper, I can't stop you. But I'm not going to have the place tur…
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…
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…
Black for Luck (2)
That is the case for James. Elizabeth, naturally, was not in a position to take a wide and understanding view of it. All she knew was that…
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…
The Romance of an Ugly Policeman (2)
Consider. He was Alf Brooks, well known and respected in the neighbourhood; a singer in the choir on Sundays; owner of a milk-walk in the m…
A Sea of Troubles (1)
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…
A Sea of Troubles (2)
'UNREQUITED PASSION MADE THIS MAN MURDERER,' thought Miss Pillenger. 'Stop!' 'CRAZED WITH LOVE HE SLAYS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE,' flashed out in l…
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…
The Man with Two Left Feet (2)
It made him feel like a particularly low type of criminal, but, by abandoning his walk, he was now in a position to devote an hour a day to…