1 In spite of his pilot's license, Dees didn't really get interested until the murders at the airport in Maryland the third and fourth murders in the series. Then he smelled that special combination of blood and guts which readers of Inside View had...
After a delay probably as long as they could manage he found himself once more seated facing the imposing walnut desk, exactly as he had been an hour or so earlier in the day. Some technique you have, Quail said sardonically. His disappointment and r...
We Can Remember It For You Wholesale He awoke and wanted Mars. The valleys, he thought. What would it be like to trudge among them? Great and greater yet: the dream grew as he became fully conscious, the dream and the yearning. He could almost feel t...
Hughes stared at him without change of expression. 'Do you like music?' he asked at last. Sanderson was startled. He nodded. 'Let's have some music,' said Hughes. He rose and went to a portable radio standing on a table near the bed in the corner. As...
I MET HER NEAR the end of September. It had been raining that day from morning to nightthe kind of soft, monotonous, misty rain that often falls at that time of year, washing away bit by bit the memories of summer burned into the earth. Coursing down...
I MET HER NEAR the end of September. It had been raining that day from morning to nightthe kind of soft, monotonous, misty rain that often falls at that time of year, washing away bit by bit the memories of summer burned into the earth. Coursing down...
The Elephant Vanishes WHEN THE ELEPHANT disappeared from our towns elephant house, I read about it in the newspaper. My alarm clock woke me that day, as always, at 6:13. I went to the kitchen, made coffee and toast, turned on the radio, spread the pa...
I turned and began walking as fast as I could, limping a littleId pulled muscles in both legs, and when I got out of bed the next morning I was so sore I could barely walk. I didnt notice those things then, though. I just kept looking over my shoulde...
My bladder let go, and the scuffed brown the dead bee was lying on went a darker brown. I was hardly aware of what had happened, and I couldnt take my eyes off the man standing on top of the bank and looking down at me, the man who had walked out of...
I am now a very old man and this is something which happened to me when I was very youngonly nine years old. It was 1914, the summer after my brother Dan died in the west field and three years before America got into World War I. Ive never told anyon...
[Part 6] VIII Pashenka had already long ceased to be Pashenka and had become old, withered, wrinkled Praskovya Mikhaylovna, mother-in-law of that failure, the drunken official Mavrikyev. She was living in the country town where he had had his last ap...
[Part 5] It was in spring, on the eve of the mid-Pentecostal feast. Father Sergy was officiating at the vigil service in his hermitage church, where the congregation was as large as the little church could hold, about twenty people. They were all wel...
[Part 4] She rose, took her stockings over to the stove and hung them on the damper. It was an unusual damper, and she turned it about, and then, stepping lightly on her bare feet, returned to the bench and sat down there again with her feet up. Ther...
[Part 3] V It was Father Sergys sixth year as a hermit, and he was now forty-nine. His life in solitude was hard, not on account of the fasts and the prayers (they were no hardship to him) but on account of an inner conflict he had not at all anticip...
[Part 2] III Kasatsky entered the monastery on the feast of Pokrov. The abbot of that monastery was a gentleman by birth, a learned writer, and a starets, that is, he belonged to that succession of monks originating in Walachia who each choose a dire...
