WHERE IS THE TROPIC OF CAPRICORN?
By Richard Connell “One, two, three, bend! One, two, three, bend!” So barked the physical…
THE WRONGING OF EDWIN DELL
By Richard Connell “ONE, two, three, four,” counted Aunt Charity as she put the hard-boiled…
THE UNFAMILIAR
By Richard Connell WHO he was and what he was and where he came from…
THE SIN OF MONSIEUR PETTIPON
By Richard Connell Moistening the tip of his immaculate handkerchief, M. Alphonse Marie Louis Camille…
THE PRINCE HAS THE MUMPS
By Richard Connell YOUNG Prince Ernest was ill. He had, in fact, the mumps. “Beastly…
The Most Dangerous Game
By Richard Connell “OFF THERE to the right–somewhere–is a large island,” said Whitney.” It’s rather…
THE MAN WHO COULD IMITATE A BEE
By Richard Connell IT was not until his twenty-second year that Hervey Deyo realized that…
The Law Beaters
Richard Connell “Pass over that bottle, Repton,” the small man said. “Pass it over here…
THE LAST OF THE FLATFEET
By Richard Connell HIS name was Ugobeecheebuggocheebeepawpawkeepiswiskiwee-weechinoobee. In Flatfoot Indian this means, of course, Little-Big-Fat-Brown-Muskrat-Sitting-on-a-Pine-Stump-With-…
The Cage Man
By Richard Connell All day long they kept Horace Nimms in a steel-barred cage. For…