by H.G. Wells
He sits not a dozen yards away. If I glance over my shoulder I can see him. And if I catch his eye–and usually I catch his eye– it meets me with an expression.
It is mainly … Read the rest
Category: H.G. Wells
The Valley of Spiders
by H.G. Wells
Towards mid-day the three pursuers came abruptly round a bend in the torrent bed upon the sight of a very broad and spacious valley. The difficult and winding trench of pebbles along which they had tracked the … Read the rest
Through a Window
by H.G. Wells
He had thought the window cheerful to begin with, but now he thanked God for it many times a day. Within, the room was dim and grey, and in the reflected light the wear of the furniture … Read the rest
Under the Knife
by H.G. Wells
“What if I die under it?” The thought recurred again and again, as I walked home from Haddon’s. It was a purely personal question. I was spared the deep anxieties of a married man, and I knew … Read the rest
The Probable Diffusion of Great Cities
by H.G. Wells
Now, the velocity at which a man and his belongings may pass about the earth is in itself a very trivial matter indeed, but it involves certain other matters not at all trivial, standing, indeed, in an … Read the rest
The Stolen Body
by H.G. Wells
Mr. Bessel was the senior partner in the firm of Bessel, Hart, and Brown, of St. Paul’s Churchyard, and for many years he was well known among those interested in psychical research as a liberal-minded and conscientious … Read the rest
The Story of the Inexperienced Ghost
by H.G. Wells
The scene amidst which Clayton told his last story comes back very vividly to my mind. There he sat, for the greater part of the time, in the corner of the authentic settle by the spacious open … Read the rest
The Story of the Late Mr. Elvesham
by H.G. Wells
I set this story down, not expecting it will be believed, but, if possible, to prepare a way of escape for the next victim. He, perhaps, may profit by my misfortune. My own case, I know, is … Read the rest
The Temptation of Harringay
by H.G. Wells
IT is quite impossible to say whether this thing really happened. It depends entirely on the word of R.M. Harringay, who is an artist.
Following his version of the affair, the narrative deposes that Harringay went … Read the rest
The Treasure in the Forest
by H.G. Wells
The canoe was now approaching the land. The bay opened out, and a gap in the white surf of the reef marked where the little river ran out to the sea; the thicker and deeper green of … Read the rest