After the Inquest
by W. W. Jacobs It was a still fair evening in late summer in the…
Admiral Peters
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. George Burton, naval pensioner, sat at the door of his…
A Tiger’s Skin
by W. W. Jacobs The travelling sign-painter who was repainting the sign of the “Cauliflower”…
A Spirit of Avarice
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. John Blows stood listening to the foreman with an air…
A Rash Experiment
By W. W. Jacobs The hands on the wharf had been working all Saturday night…
A Mixed Proposal
by W. W. Jacobs Major Brill, late of the Fenshire Volununteers, stood in front of…
A Marked Man
by W. W. Jacobs “Tattooing is a gift,” said the night-watchman, firmly. “It ‘as to…
A Love-Knot
By W.W Jacops Mr. Nathaniel Clark and Mrs. Bowman had just finished their third game…
A Love Passage
By W. W. Jacobs The mate was leaning against the side of the schooner, idly…
A Harbor Refuge
by W. W. Jacobs A waterman’s boat was lying in the river just below Greenwich,…