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...
The Attendant`s Confession part 9
During this time there was much talk of the colonel. People came and told me tales about him, but without observing the priest`s moderation....
The Attendant`s Confession part 8
“How much was he worth?” my brother asked me.
“I don`t know, but I know that he was very wealthy.”
“Really, he`s proved that he was...
The Attendant`s Confession part 7
We went out. Once in the street the passing from semi-obscurity to day-light dazed me and I staggered. I began to fear that it...
The Attendant`s Confession part 6
Before daybreak I bandaged the wounds that I had received in the lace. Then only did I pluck up enough courage to return to...
The Attendant`s Confession part 5
It seemed to me that I saw faces grinning on the walls; I heard muffled voices. The cries of the victim, the shrieks before...
