The Flying Inn

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Chapter I — A Sermon on Inns
The sea was a pale elfin green and the afternoon had already felt the fairy touch of evening as a young woman with dark hair, dressed in a…
Chapter II — The End of Olive Island
The great sea-dragon of the changing colours that wriggles round the world like a chameleon, was pale green as it washed on Pebblewick, but…
Chapter III — The Sign of “the Old Ship”
Upon few of the children of men has the surname of Pump fallen, and of these few have been maddened into naming a child Humphrey in additio…
Chapter IV — The Inn Finds Wings
Mr. Humphrey Pump stood in front of his inn once more, the cleaned and loaded gun still lay on the table, and the white sign of The Ship st…
Chapter V — The Astonishment of the Agent
Lord Ivywood shared the mental weakness of most men who have fed on books; he ignored, not the value but the very existence of other forms…
Chapter VI — The Hole in Heaven
That delicate ruby light which is one of the rarest but one of the most exquisite of evening effects warmed the land, sky and seas as if th…
Chapter VII — The Society of Simple Souls
Under sunset, at once softer and more sombre, under which the leaden sea took on a Lenten purple, a tint appropriate to tragedy, Lady Joan…
Chapter VIII — Vox Populi Vox Dei
“I am sure,” Mr. Leveson, the Secretary, had said, with a somewhat constrained smile, “that after the eloquent and epoch-making speech to w…
Chapter IX — The Higher Criticism and Mr. Hibbs
Pebblewick boasted an enterprising evening paper of its own, called “The Pebblewick Globe,” and it was the great vaunt of the editor’s life…
Chapter X — The Character of Quoodle
There lay about in Lord Ivywood’s numerous gardens, terraces, outhouses, stable yards and similar places, a dog that came to be called by t…
Chapter XI — Vegetarianism in the Drawing-Room (1)
The Company that assembled to listen to the Prophet of the Moon, on the next occasion of his delivering any formal address, was much more s…
Chapter XI — Vegetarianism in the Drawing-Room (2)
“Whatever,” said Hibbs, with a solemn cough, “whatever we may think of the old belief that Moslems have differed from Buddhism in a regrett…
Chapter XII — Vegetarianism in the Forest
Humphrey Pump’s cooking of a fungus in an old frying-pan (which he had found on the beach) was extremely typical of him. He was, indeed, wi…
Chapter XIII — The Battle of the Tunnel (1)
What Joan Brett really felt, as she went back from the second tête-à-tête she had experienced in the turret, it is doubtful if anyone will…
Chapter XIII — The Battle of the Tunnel (2)
Above the log appeared two duplicate objects, which, after a prolonged stare, he identified as the soles of a pair of patent leather shoes,…
Chapter XIV — The Creature That Man Forgets
Despite the natural hubbub round the wound of Lord Ivywood and the difficulties of the police in finding their way to the shore, the fugiti…
Chapter XV — The Songs of the Car Club
More than once as the car flew through black and silver fairylands of fir wood and pine wood, Dalroy put his head out of the side window an…
Chapter XVI — The Seven Moods of Dorian
That timeless clock of all lunatics, which was so bright in the sky that night, may really have had some elfin luck about it, like a silver…
Chapter XVII — The Poet in Parliament (1)
During the singular entrance and exit of Dorian Wimpole, M.P., J.P., etc., Lady Joan was looking out of the magic casements of that turret…
Chapter XVII — The Poet in Parliament (2)
Dorian Wimpole had softly risen to go, when he was arrested by the sight of someone sliding into the House and handing a note to the solita…
Chapter XVIII — The Republic of Peaceways (1)
In a hamlet round about Windermere, let us say, or somewhere in Wordsworth’s country, there could be found a cottage, in which could be fou…
Chapter XVIII — The Republic of Peaceways (2)
I fear Mr. Dalroy’s proceedings from the first rather deserved that name. To begin with, he left the sign, the cask, and the keg all wrappe…
Chapter XIX — The Hospitality of the Captain
Dr. Moses Meadows, whether that was his name or an Anglicised version of it, had certainly come in the first instance from a little town in…
Chapter XX — The Turk and the Futurists
Mr. Adrian Crooke was a successful chemist whose shop was in the neighbourhood of Victoria, but his face expressed more than is generally r…
Chapter XXI — The Road to Roundabout (1)
Patrick Dalroy looked at the invader with a heavy and yet humourous expression, and merely said, “I didn’t steal your car; really, I didn’t…
Chapter XXI — The Road to Roundabout (2)
Since the policeman lost his clothes Because of fairies; right again, What used to be High Toby Lane, Left by the double larch and right Un…
Chapter XXII — The Chemistry of Mr. Crooke (1)
When the celebrated Hibbs next visited the shop of Crooke, that mystic and criminologist chemist, he found the premises were impressively a…
Chapter XXII — The Chemistry of Mr. Crooke (2)
“Because,” cried Patrick Dalroy; and his voice lifted itself like a lonely trumpet before the charge, “because I shall not have broken the…
Chapter XXIII — The March on Ivywood
That storm-spirit, or eagle of liberty, which is the sudden soul in a crowd, had descended upon London after a foreign tour of some centuri…
Chapter XXIV — The Enigmas of Lady Joan
On an evening when the sky was clear and only its fringes embroidered with the purple arabesques of the sunset, Joan Brett was walking on t…
Chapter XXV — The Finding of the Superman
“I’ve brought you a little dog,” said Mr. Dalroy, introducing the rampant Quoodle. “I had him brought down here in a large hamper labelled…