by Richard Connell
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Mr. Pottle was a barber, but also a man of imagination, and as his hands went through their accustomed motions, his mind was far away, recalling what he had read the night before.
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Terrible Epps
by Richard Connell
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The blue prints and specifications in the case of Tidbury Epps follow:
Age: the early thirties.
Status: bachelor.
Habitat: Mrs. Kelty’s Refined Boarding House, Brooklyn.
Occupation: a lesser clerk in the wholesale selling department of Spingle … Read the rest
The $25,000 Jaw
by Richard Connell
“Rather thirsty this morning, eh, Mr. Addicks?” inquired Cowdin, the chief purchasing agent. The “Mister” was said with a long, hissing “s” and was distinctly not meant as a title of respect.
Cowdin, as he spoke, rested … Read the rest
The Cage Man
by Richard Connell
All day long they kept Horace Nimms in a steel-barred cage. For twenty-one years he had perched on a tall stool in that cage, while various persons at various times poked things at him through a hole … Read the rest
The Most Dangerous Game
by Richard Connell
“OFF THERE to the right–somewhere–is a large island,” said Whitney.” It’s rather a mystery–“
“What island is it?” Rainsford asked.
“The old charts call it `Ship-Trap Island,”‘ Whitney replied.” A suggestive name, isn’t it? Sailors have a … Read the rest
The Sin Of Monsieur Pettipon
by Richard Connell
Moistening the tip of his immaculate handkerchief, M. Alphonse Marie Louis Camille Pettipon deftly and daintily rubbed an almost imperceptible speck of dust from the mirror in Stateroom C 341 of the liner Voltaire of the Paris-New … Read the rest
Where Is The Tropic Of Capricorn??
by Richard Connell
“One, two, three, bend! One, two, three, bend!” So barked the physical instructor, a bulgy man with muscles popping out all over him as if his skin had been stuffed with hard-boiled eggs.
Little Peter Mullaney oned, … Read the rest
Gretna Greenhorns
by Richard Connell
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The brown eyes of Chester Arthur Jessup, Jr., were fixed on the maroon banner of the Clintonia High School which adorned his bedroom wall, but they did not see that vivid emblem of the institution in … Read the rest
Honor Among Sportsmen
by Richard Connell
Each with his favorite hunting pig on a stout string, a band of the leading citizens of Montpont moved in dignified procession down the Rue Victor Hugo in the direction of the hunting preserve.
It was a … Read the rest
Mr. Braddy’s Bottle
by Richard Connell
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“This,” said Mr. William Lum solemnly, “is the very las’ bottle of this stuff in these United States!”
It was a dramatic moment. He held it aloft with the pride and tender care of a recent … Read the rest