The history of the great plague in London in the year 1665

by Daniel Defoe

IT was about the beginning of September, 1664, that I, among the rest of my neighbours, heard in ordinary discourse that...

Death of a Salesman

by Arthur Miller

A melody is heard, played upon a flute.

Poirot investigates

by Agatha Christie

I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.

The Club of Queer Trades

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Rabelais, or his wild illustrator Gustave Dore, must have had something to do with the designing of the things called fl...

Elephants Can Remember

by Agatha Christie

MRS. Oliver looked at herself in the glass.

The Big Four

by Agatha Christie

I have met people who enjoy a channel crossing; men who can sit calmly in their deck-chairs and, on arrival, wait until ...

The Clocks

by Agatha Christie

TO use police terms: at 2:59 P.M. on September 9th.

Death in the Clouds

by Agatha Christie

Five Little Pigs

by Agatha Christie

Hercule Poirot looked with interest and appreciation at the young woman who was being ushered into the room.

Northanger Abbey

by Jane Austen

Peril at End House

by Agatha Christie

NO seaside town in the south of England is, I think, as attractive as St. Loo.

Cards on the Table

by Agatha Christie

"MY dear Monsieur Poirot!" It was a soft purring voice used deliberately as an instrument-nothing impulsive or unpremedi...

Murder in Three Acts

by Agatha Christie

MR. Satterthwaite sat on the terrace of Crow's Nest and watched his host, Sir Charles Cartwright, climbing up the path f...

After the Funeral

by Agatha Christie

OLD Lanscombe moved totteringly from room to room, pulling up the blinds.

The A.B.C. Murders

by Agatha Christie

It was in June of 1935 that I came home from my ranch in South America for a stay of about six months.

Book of common prayer

by Church of England, J. A. Maurault

Where at the Death of our late Sovereign Lord King Edward the Sixth, there remained one uniform order of Common Service,...

Les Liaisons dangereuses

by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

A carriage has just come to the door and Mamma has sent to tell me to come to her room at once.

The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin

by Benjamin Franklin

"It seems I am too much of an American," said Franklin sadly to an English friend.

Lord Edgware Dies

by Agatha Christie

THE memory of the public is short.

The Complete Sherlock Holmes [4 novels, 56 stories]

by Arthur Conan Doyle

IN THE YEAR 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...