CONTENTS

PAGE
I.The Listener
Algernon Blackwood
[3]
II.Number 13
Montague Rhodes James
[45]
III.Joseph: A Story
Katherine Rickford
[70]
IV.The Horla
Guy de Maupassant
[84]
V.The Beast with Five Fingers
William F. Harvey
[123]
VI.Sister Maddelena
Ralph Adams Cram
[167]
VII.Thrawn Janet
Robert Louis Stevenson
[191]
VIII.The Yellow Cat
Wilbur Daniel Steele
[207]
IX.Letter to Sura
Pliny the Younger
[237]

MASTERPIECES OF MYSTERY

Masterpieces of Mystery
GHOST STORIES

THE LISTENER[A]
Algernon Blackwood

Sept. 4.—I have hunted all over London for rooms suited to my income—£120 a year—and have at last found them. Two rooms, without modern conveniences, it is true, and in an old, ramshackle building, but within a stone's throw of P— Place and in an eminently respectable street. The rent is only £25 a year. I had begun to despair when at last I found them by chance. The chance was a mere chance, and unworthy of record. I had to sign a lease for a year, and I did so willingly. The furniture from our old place in H—shire, which has been stored so long, will just suit them.


Oct. 1.—Here I am in my two rooms, in the centre of London, and not far from the offices of the

periodicals where occasionally I dispose of an article or two. The building is at the end of a cul-de-sac. The alley is well paved and clean, and lined chiefly with the backs of sedate and institutional-looking buildings. There is a stable in it. My own house is dignified with the title of "Chambers." I feel as if one day the honour must prove too much for it, and it will swell with pride—and fall asunder. It is very old. The floor of my sitting-room has valleys and low hills on it, and the top of the door slants away from the ceiling with a glorious disregard of what is usual. They must have quarrelled—fifty years ago—and have been going apart ever since.