Excerpt:The trouble from which great events were to come began when Everard Dominey, who had been fighting his way through the scrub for the last three quarters of an hour towards those thin, spiral wisps of smoke, urged his pony to a last despairing effort and came crashing through the great oleander shrub to pitch forward on his head in the little clearing. It developed the next morning, when he found himself for the first time for many months on the truckle bed, between linen sh...

Il n’y avait aucune raison, pour qu’après être sorti de l’Opéra, je revinsse sur mes pas me mêler aux groupes qui attendaient leurs voitures en échangeant des banalités.Pourtant, comme je tournais le coin de la place, un regard en arrière modifia mes résolutions.La nuit n’était pas encore très avancée : où retrouverai-je un spectacle aussi enchanteur ?De plus, j’avais de grandes chances de découvrir, parmi cette foule élégante et cosmopolite, la personne que je chercha...

There were very few people upon Platform Number Twenty-one of Liverpool Street Station at a quarter to nine on the evening of April 2—possibly because the platform in question is one of the most remote and least used in the great terminus. The station-master, however, was there himself, with an inspector in attendance. A dark, thick-set man, wearing a long travelling ulster and a Homburg hat, and carrying in his hand a brown leather dressing-case, across which was painted in black letters ...

A mystifying story dealing with a wealthy M.P.'s experiment with a poor young man.

Excerpt:“You’re in luck, Alfred,” he declared. “That’s the most interesting man in New York—one of the most interesting in the world. That’s Sanford Quest.”“Who’s he?”“You haven’t heard of Sanford Quest?”“Never in my life.”The young man whose privilege it was to have been born and lived all his days in New York, drank half a glassful of wine and leaned back in his chair. Words, for a few moments, were an impossibility.“Sanford Quest,” he pron...

"The thing happened so suddenly that I really had very little time to make up my mind what course to adopt under somewhat singular circumstances. I was seated at my favorite table against the wall on the right-hand side in Stephano’s restaurant, with a newspaper propped up before me, a glass of hock by my side, and a portion of the plat du jour, which happened to be chicken en casserole, on the plate in front of me.I was, in fact, halfway through dinner when, without a word of warn...

A novel of English life of a melodramatic character, so fascinating and so stirring that the most hardened reader can hardly fail to receive a series of thrills.