THE ASBESTOS BOX
BY THE AUTHOR OF “THE MURDER IN THE GLEN ROSS”
I remember an odd story about a will, which, I believe, I have never told before. It is not long, though it covers a good many years.
One winter evening I was entertaining a…
”The Solmes Ghost”
“THAT’S all, sir. But I, I’ll never forget the way in which you’ve heard my story, father,” his rough voice a little unsteady.
“No, Dick. Come now, let’s drink Miss Nelly;s health. You want to be off, I know.”
I thought the…
THE SECOND LIFE.
I am a hard man. I wish you to remember that when I tell you my story. Hard, selfish, money-making. My life has been like this December day—bleak and gray, with a bit of red sunshine warming it up at the…
ONE cold evening in September, nearly seventy years ago, two men were walking up one of the four hilly streets of Wheeling.
Now a large manufacturing centre, Wheeling was then only a quiet village in the…