The Silver Hilt part 6
A soft, creeping noise could be heard, as the ladies, with their fingers on their lips, slipped away from behind the curtains.
“I have loved...
The Silver Hilt part 5
She lay resting on a large sofa when the Red Bone (that was what they called the Scarlet Count among themselves) entered the room....
The Silver Hilt part 4
The Count opened his eyes wide. He was known as an admirer of feminine charms, but had never had any success with ladies of...
The Silver Hilt part 3
Thus wailed the Maestro, bending to the floor again and again to stroke his long whiskers.
Suddenly, in the midst of his distress, he heard...
The Silver Hilt part 2
The Maestro looked at this bit of gold and scratched his head. Count Scarlet had flown into a violent temper the night before. He...
The Silver Hilt part 1
Ferenc Molnar (1878-1952)
Molnar was born in 1878 in Budapest, the son, according to the translator of his plays, “of a Jewish medical practioner. He...
A Fickle Widow part 8
“Many thanks, madam,” said Chwang, “for your deep conside- ation. But may I ask why you are dressed in such gay clothing.” “When I...
A Fickle Widow part 7
The Lady T`ien, frantic with grief, embraced him, rubbed his chest, and when these remedies failed to revive him, called in his old servant.
“Has...
A Fickle Widow part 6
“First,” answered the man, “my master says that the presence of the coffin in the saloon makes it difficult to conduct marriage festivities in...
A Fickle Widow part 5
“My master,” replied the servant, “has never yet been married.”
“What qualities does he look for in the fortunate woman he will choose for his...
