Third Eye

The Immortal

The Ladies of the Lake

One Over

Un Peu d'Amour

The Eggs of the Silver Moon

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"Dainty noses to the wind, their beautiful eyes wide and alert"

"Climbing about among the mangroves above the water"

"To see him feed made me sick"

"'Kemper!' I shouted.... 'He's one of them! Knock him flat with your
riflestock!'"

"Say, listen, Bo--I mean Prof., I've got the goods'"

"He played on his concertina ... on the chance that the music might lure
a cave-girl down the hill"

"Moving warily and gracefully amid the great coquina slabs"

"I collapsed into the arms of the nicest looking one"

"The heavy artillery was evidently frightened"

"Somebody had swooned in his arms, too"

"'If you keep me up this tree and starve me to death it will be murder'"

"Then a horrible thing occurred"

"I felt so sorry for her that I kissed her"

"Out of the mud rose _five or six dozen mammoths_"

"Dr. Delmour used up every film in the camera to record the scientific
triumph of the ages"

"'Everybody has put one over on me!' I shrieked"

"Miss Blythe had carried to her father a large bucket of lettuce leaves"

"'Don't let it bite!' cried the girl. 'Be careful, Mr. Smith!'"

"Kicked over the bucket of salad, and began to dance with rage"

"'It's a worm!' shrieked Blythe"

"'Which way do you usually go home?' I asked"

"This little caterpillar ... is certain to find those leaves'"

POLICE!!!

Being a few deathless truths concerning several mysteries recently and
scientifically unravelled by a modest servant of Science.

_Quo quisque stultior, eo magis insolescit._

THE THIRD EYE

Although the man's back was turned toward me, I was uncomfortably
conscious that he was watching me. How he could possibly be watching
me while I stood directly behind him, I did not ask myself; yet,
nevertheless, instinct warned me that I was being inspected; that
somehow or other the man was staring at me as steadily as though he and
I had been face to face and his faded, sea-green eyes were focussed upon
me.

It was an odd sensation which persisted in spite of logic, and of which
I could not rid myself. Yet the little waitress did not seem to share it.
Perhaps she was not under his glassy inspection. But then, of course, I
could not be either.

No doubt the nervous tension incident to the expedition was making me
supersensitive and even morbid.

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