THE FLAYED HAND.
One evening about eight months ago I met with some college comrades at the lodgings…
FROM THE TOMB.
TRANSLATED BY E. C. WAGGENER. The guests filed slowly into the hotel’s great dining-hall and…
WOMAN’S WILES
“Women?” “Well, what do you say about women?” “Well, there are no conjurors more subtle…
HAUTOT SENIOR AND HAUTOT JUNIOR
PART I In front of the building, half farm-house, half manor-house, one of those rural…
THE WOLF
This is what the old Marquis d’Arville told us after St. Hubert’s dinner at the…
FAREWELL!
The two friends were getting near the end of their dinner. Through the cafe windows…
The Horla
or Modern Ghosts May 8th. What a lovely day! I have spent all the morning…
The Confession
Marguerite de Thérelles was dying. Although but fifty-six, she seemed like seventy-five at least. She…
Fear
We went up on deck after dinner. Before us the Mediterranean lay without a ripple…
Ghosts
Just at the time when the Concordat was in its most flourishing condition, a young…