In Mid-Atlantic
by W. W. Jacobs “No, sir,” said the night-watchman, as he took a seat on…
In Limehouse Reach
by W. W. Jacobs It was the mate’s affair all through. He began by leaving…
In Borrowed Plumes
by W. W. Jacobs The master of the Sarah Jane had been missing for two…
Husbandry
by W. W. Jacobs Dealing with a man, said the night-watchman, thoughtfully, is as easy…
Homeward Bound
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Hatchard’s conversation for nearly a week had been confined to…
His Other Self
by W. W. Jacobs “They’re as like as two peas, him and ‘is brother,” said…
His Lordship
by W. W. Jacobs Farmer Rose sat in his porch smoking an evening pipe. By…
Her Uncle
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Wragg sat in a high-backed Windsor chair at the door…
Good Intentions
by W. W. Jacobs “Jealousy; that’s wot it is,” said the night-watchman, trying to sneer–…
Friends in Need
by W. W. Jacobs R. Joseph Gibbs finished his half-pint in the private bar of…