... even greater knowledge will be found. It was the clinic unsurpassed for the psychologist even more than for the surgeon. Latour, the great little French ...
... of purpose, burning with the white fire of the first Crusaders, he took his place in the ranks. Clean-cut, blue-eyed, standing six feet in his stocking ...
... the poilus, and they loved him. Twice was he wounded in the perilous days, and when America came into the war he was transferred to our expeditionary ...
... had been forced to go for it no nearer than that could the ration dumps be brought. And constantly the parapets had to be rebuilt and the wires repaired-and ...
... ears, small, whispering, rapidly repeating themselves over and over Nothing-nothing-nothing-nothing. But what was this the surgeon was saying? Fragmentarily, ...
... they talking about? Now they were whispering. Then, if I have your permission- It was the surgeon speaking again. Permission for what? Why didn't they ...
... hair was a dusky cloud upon her proud little head and in whose great, brown eyes, resting upon his, tenderness and a half-amused pity dwelt. Peter stood ...
... of space, a vast weariness was sweeping down upon him. He sensed it coming-closer, closer it touched him it lapped about him he was sinking under ...
... return? His mind groped blindly cleared again. He was walking among roses there were roses everywhere, great, fragrant, opened blooms of scarlets ...
... they seemed to pirouette, to try to break from it, to dash forward, to return-to dance! The dead who danced! A world where men sought rest and sleep, ...
... him back to his duty beckoning, beckoning him to return. He must waken! He must waken! Desperately he strove to drive himself from his garden of illusion ...
... whose cellars he had longed to sleep. Death-oh, the foolish, fearful hearts of men!-this death? This glorious place of peace and beauty? And this wondrous ...
... the maid had taken it. Wait! she murmured. I will give you another message. There was a quill and ink upon the table, and Peter wondered how they ...
... had heard what he had to tell them! And tell them Peter did, leaving out only what had passed between him and the demoiselle-for, after all, wasn't ...
... urbane, capable voice beat upon his dulled hearing, after such a reaction as you have provided to our little experiment. He laughed pleasantly. Experiment? ...
... officer was too close, too close. Still-he must keep his watch for him through the slit. He would be peering there, perhaps, when he, Peter, leaped. And ...
... those four things-the ancient cluster, the suggestion in the line of writing, the touch, and the name-a fascinating problem, indeed! And hardly had ...
... is waking after dreaming. She who loves you, Lucie. That was McAndrews's story, and it was Hawtry who finally broke the silence that followed his ...
... line I myself had written there. But there was one more bit of-well, shall we call it evidence, John?-the hand in which Laveller's message was penned ...
... Moon Pool (1919) The Ship of Ishtar (1924) The Face in the Abyss (1923) The Metal Monster (1920) Creep, Shadow! (1934) Through the Dragon Glass ...