by Robert Barr
In the saloon of the fine Transatlantic liner the Climatus, two long tables extend from the piano at one end to the bookcase at the other end of the ample dining-room.
On each side of this main … Read the rest
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Mrs. Tremain
by Robert Barr
The trouble about this story is that it really has no ending. Taking an ocean voyage is something like picking up an interesting novel, and reading a chapter in the middle of it. The passenger on a … Read the rest
My Stowaway
by Robert Barr
One night about eleven o’clock I stood at the stern of that fine Atlantic steamship, the City of Venice, which was ploughing its way through the darkness towards America. I leaned on the rounded bulwark and enjoyed … Read the rest
Not According to the Code
by Robert Barr
Even a stranger to the big town walking for the first time through London, sees on the sides of the houses many names with which he has long been familiar. His precognition has cost the firms those … Read the rest
“Out of Thun”
by Robert Barr
On one point Miss Bessie Durand agreed with Alexander von Humboldt–in fact, she even went further than that celebrated man, for while he asserted that Thun was one of the three most beautiful spots on earth, Bessie … Read the rest
Over the Stelvio Pass
by Robert Barr
There is no question about it, Tina Lenz was a flirt, as she had a perfect right to be, living as she did on the romantic shores of Como, celebrated in song, story, and drama as the … Read the rest
Purification
by Robert Barr
Eugene Caspilier sat at one of the metal tables of the Cafe Egalite, allowing the water from the carafe to filter slowly through a lump of sugar and a perforated spoon into his glass of absinthe. It … Read the rest
Gentlemen: The King!
by Robert Barr
The room was large, but with a low ceiling, and at one end of the lengthy, broad apartment stood a gigantic fireplace, in which was heaped a pile of blazing logs, whose light, rather than that of … Read the rest
An Alpine Divorce
by Robert Barr
In some natures there are no half-tones; nothing but raw primary colours. John Bodman was a man who was always at one extreme or the other. This probably would have mattered little had he not married a … Read the rest
“And the Rigour of the Game”
by Robert Barr
Old Mr. Saunders went home with bowed head and angry brow. He had not known that Dick was in the habit of coming in late, but he had now no doubt of the fact. He himself went … Read the rest