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id: 3070
title: The Hound of the Baskervilles
author: Doyle, Arthur Conan
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  "This is Sir Henry Baskerville," said Dr. Mortimer. "Now," said Sir Henry Baskerville, "perhaps you will tell me, Mr. Holmes, what in thunder is the meaning of that, and who it is interest, and Sir Henry Baskerville turned a pair of puzzled dark "So far as I can follow you, then, Mr. Holmes," said Sir Henry "Sir Henry Baskerville is upstairs expecting you," said the "I''ve been over a good part of the world since I left it, Dr. Watson," said he; "but I have never seen a place to compare with "You don''t mind my driving straight home, Sir Henry?" said Dr. Mortimer. "My word, it isn''t a very cheerful place," said Sir Henry. anything of Sir Henry, until I came to the point where the moor "I don''t say now that he isn''t a crazy man," said Sir Henry; "I "Look here, Barrymore," said Sir Henry, sternly; "we have made up "Yes, sir; there is another man upon the moor."


id: 32584
title: The Secret of Kralitz
author: Kuttner, Henry
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  Since the first Baron Kralitz the secret has been And then you will learn the secret of Kralitz." came to realize that there was light of a sort--a dim, phosphorescent thing whose leathery wings stretched like a tent above my head swooped this evil glee--this voice which whispered, "You know this place! Kralitz would not acknowledge fear in the face of the devil himself! "I greet you, who are the warders of the secret of Kralitz, and I pledge of ineradicable evil lay on the tortured faces of my hosts, strangely touch on my arm I turned to find a dreadful crimson thing, like a beneath Castle Kralitz, and it held high carnival this night. "Our time grows short," he said, his scarred and bearded white face like nightmare realization I knew the secret of the curse of Kralitz. "Franz, twenty-first Baron Kralitz."_ "Franz, twenty-first Baron Kralitz."_


id: 32831
title: The Lost Door
author: Quick, Dorothy
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  Wrexler and I had been friends since the day when two lonely boys had The high carved door was swung open as Wrexler and I got out of the car. came and the beautiful Helene married the English lord in the great "The English lord, with Helene''s kiss warm upon his lips, went forth to into the great hall where Helene d''Harcourt sat on the throne, her face "Then Helene d''Harcourt rose and went down to her love, the English lord De Lacy silent, Wrexler and I looked at the portrait. "There is a rumor," said de Lacy, "that the man who sees the fair Helene ghostly visitant and Wrexler saw nothing of Helene. Necessarily, the time I spent with de Lacy on such matters, Wrexler was Wrexler stood like a man in a trance. But what Helene had promised I was not to know, for Wrexler''s mouth shut


