For Better or Worse
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. George Wotton, gently pushing the swing doors of the public…
Fine Feathers
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Jobson awoke with a Sundayish feeling, probably due to the…
False Colours
by W. W. Jacobs “Of course, there is a deal of bullying done at sea…
Fairy Gold
by W. W. Jacobs “Come and have a pint and talk it over,” said Mr.…
Establishing Relations
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Richard Catesby, second officer of the ss. Wizard, emerged from…
Easy Money
by W. W. Jacobs A lad of about twenty stepped ashore from the schooner Jane,…
Dual Control
by W. W. Jacobs “Never say ‘die,’ Bert,” said Mr. Culpepper, kindly; “I like you,…
Double Dealing
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Fred Carter stood on the spacious common, inhaling with all…
Dixon’s Return
by W. W. Jacobs Talking about eddication, said the night-watchman, thoughtfully, the finest eddication you…
Dirty Work
by W. W. Jacobs It was nearly high-water, and the night-watchman, who had stepped aboard…