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  • which swirled fully three feet of water, which, slowly
  • wearing a sort of loose robe. An impression I had of jet-black
  • barely acknowledged by his dark brethren and hardly tolerated
  • a new and dreadful construction upon the motives of the
  • indigo came next in value; then capsicum, old clothes,
  • the lonely quietude passed drearily; and with the passage
  • But, Smith, why did you direct me to-night to repeat the
  • And now my mind began to play with strange doubts and fears.
  • gate, but the apparatus was out of his reach, and he had
  • man, and the sobbing breaths of Beeton, there was no sound.
  • He writhed. He was contorted. Foam appeared Upon his lips.
  • I am strangely mistaken, the 'man' who so mysteriously
  • mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
  • lamp. I watched the closed door intently, expecting every
  • You appear bemused, Petrie, he said, with a certain irritation.
  • a time risk the consequences of a third intrigue. I determined
  • a quiet old man, who, in his appearance and manner of life,
  • The thing which shook the bed was actual, existent—to
  • pronounce correctly the words 'Sâkya Mûni.'
  • Diverted, now, from the notorious Red House, public interest
  • damp freshness in the air of the passage, and a sort of
  • far behind me. I had evidently traversed it. Before me
  • telling myself that I could guard our strange treasure
  • groups, of nondescript nationality for the most part. One
  • in an iron sluice gate. The Eurasian had passed it, but
  • could be said in the time at her disposal. As we proceeded
  • the thing reeled aside, and— merciful Heaven!—made
  • the chest had but recently been nailed up. As Zarmi touched
  • of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
  • Grasping the bell-knob, I executed a vigorous peal upon
  • monstrosities were only conducted with the utmost difficulty.
  • dealt at length in my work on the subject), she evinced
  • the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,
  • tougher job than I had anticipated, but at last I reached
  • had led me to hope for this manifestation, however unpleasant
  • died hoping that Lady Coverly might live out her days in
  • Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a
  • them … the same device as in the case of poor Hale….
  • Silently, unprotestingly, the woman obeyed him, raising
  • of psycho-hybrids. In fact, the presence of my strange
  • An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
  • Come on, Petrie! he snapped. There's some devilry here.
  • She replaced the yellow cigarette between her lips. He
  • from the door, for they were entirely innocent of shades
  • good old blooms of northern Europe which My Dear had so
  • which it rested. He wore no coat, but a sort of dark gray
  • to me. The original owner, a member of the Younghusband
  • You are quite right, Dr. Petrie, said Meyerstein, turning
  • They were approaching the river, and there was a fog to-night!
  • that his duty—which was merely to keep intruders out
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