Mollie Hardwick

Raised by three older sisters, all artists, and educated by their guardian, a rector, lonely Sarah Purcell looks forward to 1920 when she will be old enough to attend Oxford and become a writer.

Originally published in December, 1914 issue of The People's Magazine, here is a classic tale from H. Bedford-Jones, known at the time as the "King of the Pulps."The original editorial description: "Had the king lived, there had been no murder of womenfolk; but Bedfort had shot down the king from behind and fled to Mackinac, untouched of the law, and the kingdom had fallen into hands weaker and more cruel. Therefore had come voyageur, lumberjack, fisherman, bearing with them retribution." Here in two sentences is the setting of this, the latest of H. Bedford-Jones' remarkable romances, which is also his best. The proof of the story is in the reading.Published as part of the Wildside Pulp Classics series.

Anna Brown, script-reader and wannabe movie-maker is fed up of being downbeat and dowdy. With a little help from her friends she decides to chase her dreams and embarks on a madcap scheme to get just what she's after.

Cyril Boggis is a skilled antiques dealer who has a small shop in Chelsea, London. He manages to make a profit each year by buying valuable furniture cheaply from unsuspecting country people while posing as a clergyman and president of the Society for the Preservation of Rare Furniture. He gains entry to their houses in the guise of cataloguing their old furniture; if he sees something he can re-sell, he offers to buy it. In order to buy the furniture for less than it is worth he uses his knowledge and a number of tricks, such as substituting machine-made screws for the genuine old ones. One trip sees him exploring Buckinghamshire. After leaving his station wagon hidden so as not to spoil his image as an old clergyman, he walks to a rundown farmhouse where he meets three locals – Claud, Bert, and Rummins – in the yard. On being allowed into the farmhouse to have a look at the furniture, he finds a priceless Chippendale commodein the lounge, one that matches the three famous existing pieces known as 'The Chippendale Commodes'. He tells the men he needs a new set of legs for a table he owns, and he asks for the ones on the commode. He convinces a reluctant Rummins that the piece is not worth anything as it is an "imitation". He buys it for £20, intending to sell it for £20,000. While Boggis goes away to get his vehicle the three men decide to help the parson; they assume his car will not be big enough to easily carry the commode and fear he will lose interest in the deal once he discovers the piece will not fit inside. Since he is only requesting the legs, the farmers saw them off. With some difficulty they chop the remainder of the commode up, since Boggis called it 'firewood' and they feel they must fit all of it in. As they wait for Boggis to return, they comment that the commode was made by a 'bloody good carpenter no matter what the parson says'. Also contained in: [Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life]( [Alle Verhalen]( [Best of Roald Dahl]( [Best of Roald Dahl]( [Collected Short Stories]( [Deception]( [Fireside Reader]( [Further Tales of the Unexpected]( [Great Automatic Grammatizator and Other Stories]( [Kiss Kiss]( [Lamb to the Slaughter and Other Stories]( [Roald Dahl's Tales of the Unexpected]( [Tales of the Unexpected]( [Tel est pris qui croyait prendre](

To the collector, to the Sherlockian historian, to anyone who believes in giving credit where credit is due, The Sherlock Holmes Companion is the book produced in 1962 by Michael and Mollie Hardwick, the first volume in the genre to which Daniel Smith is now contributing.

Ghosts of the past. When lovely actress Sue Wales moved into the big mansion in Connecticut, every lengthening shadow, every ripple of water, every whisper of wind in the giant elms, reminded her of her sister, Paula. Here Paula had come as a bride, wed to a man she passionately loved, though many others feared and hated him. And here Paula's corpse was found, victim of an evil that no one dared name. Now Sue was following in her sister's footsteps, footsteps that led through a labyrinth of terror to the yawning abyss of the grave.