CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| Buried Treasure | [1] |
| A Problem in Reprisals | [28] |
| Secret Service | [51] |
| The Strange Case of Mr. Todmorden | [83] |
| Through the Gate of Horn | [98] |
| The White Dog | [122] |
| A Point of Ethics | [143] |
| The Lovers | [165] |
| Held in Bondage | [187] |
| She Who Came Back | [211] |
| From the Depths | [231] |
| Yellow Magic | [253] |
ON THE BORDERLAND
ON THE BORDERLAND
BURIED TREASURE
For the last twenty minutes the after-dinner talk of the little group of men in the liner’s smoking-room had revelled in the uncanny. One man had started it, rather diffidently, with a strange yarn. Another had capped it. Then, no longer restrained by the fear of a humiliating scepticism in their audience, they gave themselves up to that mysteriously satisfying enjoyment of the inexplicably marvellous, vying with each other in stories which, as they were narrated, were no doubt more or less unconsciously modified to suit the argument, but which one and all dealt with experience that in the ultimate analysis could not be explained by the normal how and why of life.
“What do you think of all this, doctor?” said one of the story-tellers, turning suddenly to a keen-eyed elderly man who had been listening in silence. “As a specialist in mental disorders you must have had a vast experience of delusions of every kind. Is there any truth in all this business of spiritualism, automatic writing, reincarnation and the rest of it? What’s the scientific reason for it all?—for some reason there must be! People don’t tell all these stories just for fun.”