Banshees of Ireland
The Deserted House (E. T. A. Hoffmann)
The Withered Arm (Thomas Hardy)
The House and the Brain (Lord Edward Bulwer-Lytton)
The Roll-Call of the Reef (A. T. Quiller-Couch)
The Open Door (Mrs. Margaret Oliphant)
The Mysterious Sketch (Erckmann-Chatrian)
Green Branches (Fiona Macleod)
The Four-Fifteen Express (Amelia B. Edwards)
The Were-Wolf (H. B. Marryatt)
Clarimonde (Théophile Gautier)
The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral (M. R. James)
When the World Was Young (Jack London)
The Eyes of the Panther (Ambrose Bierce)
Photographing Invisible Beings (William T. Stead)
Ghosts in Solid Form (Gambier Bolton)
The Portal of the Unknown (Andrew Jackson Davis)
Nature-Spirits, or Elementals (Nizida)
A Witch's Den (Helena Blavatsky)
Some Remarkable Experiences of Famous Persons (Walter F. Prince)
The Secret of Goresthorpe Grange (A. Conan Doyle)
The Man with the Pale Eyes (Guy de Maupassant)
The Mummy's Foot (Théopile Gautier)
The Diamond Lens (Fitz-James O'Brien)
Chan Tow The Highrob (Chester Bailey Fernando)
Detective Stories
The Purloined Letter
(Edgar Allan Poe)
Nil sapientiæ odiosius acumine nimio.—Seneca.
At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18—, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and meerschaum, in company with my friend, C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisième, No. 33 Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Roget. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G——, the Prefect of the Parisian police.
We gave him a hearty welcome; for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man, and we had not seen him for several years. We had been sitting in the dark, and Dupin now arose for the purpose of lighting a lamp, but sat down again, without doing so, upon G——'s saying that he had called to consult us, or rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about some official business which had occasioned a great deal of trouble.
"If it is any point requiring reflection," observed Dupin, as he forbore to enkindle the wick, "we shall examine it to better purpose in the dark."
"That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had the fashion of calling everything "odd" that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities."
"Very true," said Dupin, as he supplied his visitor with a pipe and rolled toward him a comfortable chair.
"And what is the difficulty now?" I asked. "Nothing more in the assassination way, I hope?"
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