THREE PHOTOGRAPHS.
By Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch “Photograph all the prisoners? But why?” demanded Sir Felix Felix-Williams. Old…
JOHN AND THE GHOSTS.
By Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch In the kingdom of Illyria there lived, not long ago, a…
THE BRIDALS OF YSSELMONDE.
By Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch When the Grand Duke Ferdinand of Carinthia travelled in state to…
COX VERSUS PRETYMAN.
By Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch We are not litigious in Troy, and we obey the laws…
CONCERNING ST. JOHN OF JERUSALEM.
By Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Let those who know my affection for Troy consider what my…
THE BURGLARY CLUB.
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch “Yes,” said the Judge, “I ought by this time to know…
PARSON JACK’S FORTUNE.
by Arthur Quiller-Couch I. From Langona church tower you see nothing of the Atlantic but…
THE CELLARS OF RUEDA.
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch I. I ENTER THE CELLARS. It happened on a broiling afternoon…
THE MAN WHO COULD HAVE TOLD.
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch It was ten o’clock—a sunny, gusty morning in early September—when H.M.S.…
KING O’ PRUSSIA.
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch REPORTED TALE OF A SMUGGLER, A REVENUE CUTTER, AND AN OFFICIOUS…