Some two months afterwards the following paragraph made the round of the European Press: One of the most interesting discoveries of recent years is that of the new catacomb in Rome, which lies some distance to the east of the well-known vaults of St....
You seem uneasy, friend Kennedy, said he. Go on, man, light the candle! said Kennedy impatiently. Its very strange, Kennedy, but I could not in the least tell by the sound in which direction you stand. Could you tell where I am? No; you seem to be on...
This is most interesting, said he, and his voice seemed to boom against the concave vault. As far as my experience goes, it is unique. Bring the lantern over, Burger, for I want to see them all. But the German had strolled away, and was standing in t...
What would happen if the light went out? he asked, as they hurried onwards. I have a spare candle and a box of matches in my pocket. By the way, Kennedy, have you any matches? No; you had better give me some. Oh, that is all right. There is no chance...
It is a horror coming upon a horror which breaks a mans spirit. I could not reason, I could not pray; I could only sit like a frozen image, and glare at the dark figure which was coming down the great room. And then it moved out into the white lane o...
My heart sank within me as I saw these ominous preparations, and yet I was held by the fascination of horror, and I could not take my eyes from the strange spectacle. A man had entered the room with a bucket of water in either hand. Another followed...
The man in black now advanced, and taking one of the cords from his left arm, he bound the womans hands together. She held them meekly toward him as he did so. Then he took her arm with a rough grip and led her toward the wooden horse, which was litt...
As I gazed the three men stood up and said something, but I could distinguish no words, though I was aware that it was the central one who was speaking. They then swept out of the room, followed by the two men with the papers. At the same instant sev...
I sat for some little time smoking by the smouldering fire, and turning over in my mind the curious incident which had occurred, and the strange experience which might lie before me. Sceptical as I was, there was something impressive in the assurance...
THE LEATHER FUNNEL My friend, Lionel Dacre, lived in the Avenue de Wagram, Paris. His house was that small one, with the iron railings and grass plot in front of it, on the left-hand side as you pass down from the Arc de Triomphe. I fancy that it had...
