短篇小说

At the time of which I write I was nineteen years old, a student at Yale.

Skeleton Lake: An Episode in Camp is a story about murder; men on a moose hunting trip in Canada find a dead man washed ashore at Skeleton Lake.

He sighed, and, striking a match, applied it to his pipe and sat smoking thoughtfully.

When a girl goes away from home for the first time, she doesn't expect to hear, 'Courage, brave girl!'

Mike Flannery, the Westcote agent of the Interurban Express Company, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist.

In our present state of culture hunger of the mind is more quickly satisfied than hunger of the body.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries.