Melville Davisson Post

Titles in Short Stories category:

• American Horses

  The thing began in the colony room of the Empire Club in London. The colony room is on the second floor and looks out over Picadilly Circus. It was at an hour when nobody is in an English club. There was a drift of dirty fog outside. Such nights come along in October.

• Cambered Foot, The

  I shall not pretend that I knew the man in America or that he was a friend of my family or that some one had written to me about him. The plain truth is that I never laid eyes on him until Sir Henry Marquis pointed him out to me the day after I went down from here to London. It was in Piccadi ...

• Corpus Delicti, The

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• End of the Road, The

  The man laughed.

• Fortune Teller, The

  Sir Henry Marquis continued to read; he made no comment; his voice clear and even.

• Hole in the Mahogany Panel, The

  Sir Henry paused a moment, his finger between the pages of the ancient diary.

• House by the Loch, The

  There was a snapping fire in the chimney. I was cold through and I was glad to stand close beside it on the stone hearth. My greatcoat had kept out the rain, but it had not kept out the chill of the West Highland night. I shivered before the fire, my hands held out to the flame.

• Last Adventure, The

  The talk had run on treasure.

• Lost Lady, The

  It was a remark of old Major Carrington that incited this adventure.

• Man in the Green Hat, The

  "Alas, monsieur, in spite of our fine courtesies, the conception of justice by one race must always seem outlandish to another!"

• Pumpkin Coach, The

  The story of the American Ambassadress was not the only one related on this night.

• Reward, The

  I was before one of those difficult positions unavoidable to a visitor in a foreign country.

• Satire of the Sea

  "What was the mystery about St. Alban?" I asked.

• Spread Rails, The

  It was after dinner, in the great house of Sir Henry Marquis in St. James's Square.

• Thing on the Hearth, The

  "THE first confirmatory evidence of the thing, Excellency, was the print of a woman's bare foot."

• Wrong Sign, The    

  It was an ancient diary in a faded leather cover. The writing was fine and delicate, and the ink yellow with age. Sir Henry Marquis turned the pages slowly and with care for the paper was fragile.

• Yellow Flower, The

  The girl sat in a great chair before the fire, huddled, staring into the glow of the smoldering logs.