As a Man Lives

E. Phillips Oppenheim

Positively every one, with two unimportant exceptions, had called upon us. The Countess had driven over from Sysington Hall, twelve miles away, with two anamic-looking daughters, who had gushed over our late roses and the cedar trees which shaded the lawn. The Holgates of Holgate Brand and Lady Naselton of Naselton had presented themselves on the same afternoon. Many others had come in their train, for what these very great people did the neighborhood was bound to endorse. There was a little veiled anxiety, a few elaborately careless questions as to the spelling of our name; but when my father had mentioned the second f, and made a casual allusion to the Warwickshire Ffolliotswith whom we were not indeed on speaking terms, but who were certainly our cousinsa distinct breath of relief was followed by a gush of mild cordiality.

Ask Miss Mott

E. Phillips Oppenheim

Miss Mott quickly rose from the sound of knocking at her office door. She was engaged in the typical task of writing her advice to a young woman whose relationship with the acquisition had been pulled in, and she forgot the flight time. Her typist left, her ambassador was a boy and a shy but very nice young clerk who helped her in various activities. In other words, Miss Mott was alone on the top floor of the building, not far from Adelphi, and she did not wait for the subscriber during an hour that had passed during the working hours.

A Sleeping Memory

E. Phillips Oppenheim

Why not destroy someones memory in the hope that they will remember past lives. It turned out that this is a reverse scenario of Pygmalion. He fell in love with the girl and then destroyed her. I like the idea that a person is a common set of his experiences and experiences, but if they are erased, the person who is left will be completely different. Probably one of the best opengame stories.

Berenice

E. Phillips Oppenheim

Matravers is an Apostle of Aestheticism with fixed views of life, down to even its most trifling details. A poet, philosopher, and man of fashion who has no intimate friends. He writes for the London papers and reviews. One evening he is taken to the theater by a friend to see a Norwegian play by Istein, which he savages in his review. However the actress who plays the lead, Berenice, is brilliant, and is the same woman with whom he has been exchanging coy glances in the Park for six months. Slowly Matravers and Berenice grow closer. He writes a play for her which is a huge success. On the cusp of their romance....her past comes to light...

Chronicles of Melhampton

E. Phillips Oppenheim

In the sleepy little Devonshire town of Melhampton, the lives of the village stalwarts are revealed in this charming collection of tales by Oppenheim. Mr Tidd, the manager of the local bank branch, has invested his life and savings in the education of his daughter, but has dipped into the banks funds to maintain appearances. On the eve of quarterly bank examiners visit, he is confronted with guilt and exposure. In another tale, the town veterinarian is conflicted about his desire to marry the serving girl at the local Melhampton Arms. Each of these stories presents a social or financial quandary typical of England at the time.

Crooks in the Sunshine

E. Phillips Oppenheim

This is another great collection of short stories by Edward Phillips Oppenheim, the prolific English novelist who was in his lifetime a major and successful writer of genre fiction including thrillers and spy novels, and who wrote over a 100 of them. He was the self-styled prince of storytellers., generally regarded as the earliest writer of spy fiction as we know it today, and invented the Rogue Male school of adventure thrillers. This volume is a collection of 10 mystery and investigation short stories of Commodore Jensen, a beloved Oppenheim character.

Curate and Fiend

E. Phillips Oppenheim

It was a brilliant good Saturday morning before the harvest, and the large market and curves of the streets in Norwich proceed with a continuous crowd of farmers, livestock, dealers, county ladies with opinions that are adhering to shopping. Frantsinin on the London Street is filled up quickly: a very nice sight for worshiping a small owner who is standing in the upper corner of the room, managing his midridons operations, rubbing his hands and smiling, kindly begging each beginner. Without a doubt, he is keen to see this market day come up a little more than once a week, and that every Saturday was as wonderful as today.

Curious Happenings to the Rooke Legatees

E. Phillips Oppenheim

Five people were seated around a table in the private office of a well-known solicitor in Lincolns Inn. Their expressions and general attitude were sufficiently disturbed to suggest that their gathering was of no ordinary moment. A grey-haired, untidy looking woman in seedy black was tapping the mahogany table in front of her with long, ill-cared for nails, and breathing quickly. A fat, red-cheeked man, with a waistcoat the lower buttons of which failed to connect, with blue watery eyes and a loose, but good-humoured, mouth, was whistling softly to himself.