THE BOX TUNNEL BY CHARLES READE
MINIONS OF THE MOON BY F. W. ROBINSON
THE FOUR-FIFTEEN EXPRESS BY AMELIA B. EDWARDS
THE WRONG BLACK BAG BY ANGELO LEWIS
THE THREE STRANGERS BY THOMAS HARDY
MR. LISMORE AND THE WIDOW BY WILKIE COLLINS
THE PHILOSOPHER IN THE APPLE ORCHARD BY ANTHONY HOPE
h! but stay; then you could not have been so very angry with me, love. Why, dearest, then you brought that action against me."
Mrs. Dolignan looked down.
"I was afraid you were forgetting me! George, you will never forgive me?"
"Sweet angel! why, here is the Box Tunnel!"
Now, reader--fie! no! no such thing! you can't expect to be indulged in this way every time we come to a dark place. Besides, it is not the thing. Consider--two sensible married people. No such phenomenon, I assure you, took place. No scream in hopeless rivalry of the engine--this time!
MINIONS OF THE MOON
BY F. W. ROBINSON
Our story is of the time when George III was king, and our scene of action lies only at an old farm-house six miles or so from Finchley --a quaint, ramshackle, commodious, old-fashioned, thatched farm-house that we see only in pictures now, and which has long since been improved off the face of the earth.
It was a farm estate that was flourishing bravely in