I was weary after eating, and went into the parlour behind the bar, and slept on a black horsehair sofa I found there. I awoke to find that dismal how...

All these—the sort of people that lived in these houses, and all those damn little clerks that used to live down _that_ way—they’d be no good. They ha...

It was a quarter past six when we left Baker Street, and it still wanted ten minutes to the hour when we found ourselves in Serpentine Avenue. It was ...

My wife pointed out to me the brightness of the red, green, and yellow signal lights hanging in a framework against the sky. It was seen early in the ...

“We can dig better on this Thames-side burgundy,” said I. Let us take a rest and gather strength while we may.

He was the keeper of a low den in which I used to lodge in Swandam Lane, where I could every morning emerge as a squalid beggar and in the evenings tr...

Upper Swandam Lane is a vile alley lurking behind the high wharves which line the north side of the river to the east of London Bridge. Between a slop...

Then with a red head of hair, and an appropriate dress, I took my station in the business part of the city, ostensibly as a match-seller but really as...

Now, by the merest chance, his wife received a telegram upon this same Monday, very shortly after his departure, to the effect that a small parcel of ...