Chapter 2: The Tide of Death

The Poison Belt - The Strand Magazine, US edition, May 1913. Source: Project Gutenberg Australia

As we crossed the hall the telephone-bell rang, and we were the involuntary auditors of Professor Challenger’s end of the ensuing dialogue. I say “we,” but no one within a hundred yards could have failed to hear the booming of that monstrous voice, which reverberated through the house. His answers lingered in my mind. “Yes, […]

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Chapter 1: The Blurring of Lines

The Poison Belt - The Strand Magazine, US edition, May 1913. Source: Project Gutenberg Australia

It is imperative that now at once, while these stupendous events are still clear in my mind, I should set them down with that exactness of detail which time may blur. But even as I do so, I am overwhelmed by the wonder of the fact that it should be our little group of the […]

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The Poison Belt

The Poison Belt - The Strand Magazine, US edition, May 1913. Source: Project Gutenberg Australia

The Poison Belt was the second story, a novella, that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote about Professor Challenger. Written in 1913, roughly a year before the outbreak of World War I, much of it takes place in a single room in Challenger’s house in Sussex – rather oddly, given that it follows The Lost World, […]

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Chapter XLIX: A Voyage in a Coffin Ship

The Firm of Girdlestone

The early part of the voyage of the Black Eagle was extremely fortunate. The wind came round to the eastward, and wafted them steadily down Channel, until on the third day they saw the Isle of Ushant lying low upon the sky-line. No inquisitive gunboat or lurking police launch came within sight of them, though […]

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Chapter XLVII: Law and Order

The Firm of Girdlestone

The ruffian Burt was so horror-stricken at the sight of the girl whom he imagined that he had murdered, that he lay grovelling on the railway lines by the side of his victim, moaning with terror, and incapable of any resistance. He was promptly seized by the major’s party, and the Nihilist secured his hands […]

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Chapter XLVI: A Midnight Cruise

The Firm of Girdlestone

If ever two men were completely cowed and broken down those two were the African merchants and his son. Wet, torn, and soiled, they still struggled on in their aimless flight, crashing through hedges and clambering over obstacles, with the one idea in their frenzied minds of leaving miles between them and that fair accusing […]

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Chapter XLV: The Invasion of Hampshire

The Firm of Girdlestone

When Tom and the major arrived at Waterloo Station, the latter in the breathless condition described in a preceding chapter, they found the German waiting for them with his two fellow-exiles. The gentleman of Nihilistic proclivities was somewhat tall and thin, with a long frock-coat buttoned almost up to his throat, which showed signs of […]

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Chapter XLIV: The Shadow of Death

The Firm of Girdlestone

This conversation with Rebecca had suggested to Ezra that he might still have influence enough with his father’s ward to induce her to come out of doors, and so put herself within the reach of Burt. He had proposed the plan to his father, who approved of it heartily. The only weak point in his […]

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