Short stories around 33 minutes

Tub had been waiting for an hour in the falling snow. He jumped back and ran for the steps of the building. They left Spokane and drove deep into the country, stopping twice for coffee. They hunted...

Archie was firm that Peter should come and skate too, and Dahlia couldn't possibly get through Calais and Pontarlier without declaring Peter. Simpson hastily disclaimed any intention of marrying...

My father, Major-General Wyn Leicester, a distinguished officer of artillery, succumbed five years ago to a complicated liver complaint acquired in the deadly climate of India. My brother Francis,...

Eliot thought Pickman was crazy, but he was lucky to be sane. I should have known you wouldn't have dropped Pickman for the same silly reasons that fussy old women like Dr. Reid or Joe Minot or...

Arthur left a silent motor-car and tramped up Tempest Mountain with two armed companions, where they dragged a wide four-poster bedstead from another room, where they discovered a man who possessed...

A bare-legged Celtic brother of the gentle craft falls in love with a little Molly Donovan in Coolnamoe. Billy Malowney and Molly Donovan fell out one evening at ould Tom Dundon's wake. Bill...

Twenty years have passed since you last saw Mrs. Jolliffe's tall slim figure. She is now past seventy and is taking care of adult invalids. Dame Arabella Crowl's ghost came to Applewale House,...

Toby Crooke, the sexton, was lying dead in the old coach-house in the inn yard, but returned, a reformed man at the ripe age of forty. He became the sexton of Golden Friars. The Vicar saw two men...

A small locomotive engine came clanking, and the smoke from the engine sank and cleaved to the rough grass. A mother and son stood at the foot of the three steps, and the mother watched her son's...

Three people confusedly emerged from a tall, dark Georgian house, and a girl paused and watched a man in a bowler hat. A man in a bowler hat chased after a woman in a black shawl with fringe in the...

Bachmann sat on a bench in the shade that smelled sickly with blossom and watched as the sergeant took command and the little company moved forward. Bachmann mounted the small, quick-hurrying tram...

Three years ago I met Alastair Colvin on the Friday evening mail-train to Brindisi. When I was travelling in India some years ago, John Broughton told me that he had decided to marry and settle...