THE BATH-CHAIR
THE BATH-CHAIR F. Benson Edmund Faraday, at the age of fifty, had every reason to…
THE APE
THE APE E.F. Benson Hugh Marsham had spent the day, as a good tourist should,…
RODERICK’S STORY
RODERICK’S STORY E.F. Benson My powers of persuasion at first seemed quite ineffectual; I could…
PIRATES
PIRATES E.F. Benson For many years this project of sometime buying back the house had…
PHILIP’S SAFETY RAZOR
PHILIP’S SAFETY RAZOR E.F. Benson Up to the time of Philip’s obsession there cannot have…
NEGOTIUM PERAMBULANS….
NEGOTIUM PERAMBULANS…. BY E. F. Benson The casual tourist in West Cornwall may just possibly…
MRS. ANDREWS’S CONTROL
MRS. ANDREWS’S CONTROL By Edward F. Benson Mrs. Andrews was certainly Athenian by nature, and…
MRS. AMWORTH
MRS. AMWORTH By E. F. Benson The village of Maxley, where, last summer and autumn,…
Mr. Tilly’s Séance
Mr. Tilly’s Séance E. F. Benson Mr. Tilly had only the briefest moment for reflection,…
MONKEYS
MONKEYS E.F. Benson Dr. Hugh Morris, while still in the early thirties of his age,…