Library of the Worlds Best Mystery and Detective Stories

Library of the World's Best
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Title: Library of the World's Best Mystery and Detective Stories
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LIBRARY OF THE WORLD'S BEST MYSTERY AND DETECTIVE

STORIES
EDITED BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE
One Hundred and One Tales of Mystery By Famous Authors of East
and West
In Six Volumes
New York The Review of Reviews Company
1907
AMERICAN :: FRENCH, ITALIAN, ETC. ENGLISH: SCOTCH ::
GERMAN, RUSSIAN, ETC. ENGLISH: IRISH :: ORIENTAL:
MODERN MAGIC
MAUPASSANT VOLTAIRE MILLE ALARÇON ADAM
CAPUANA ERCKMANN-CHATRIAN APULEIUS BALZAC
PLINY, THE YOUNGER
[Illustration: "Through a Mist in the Depths of the Looking-Glass." To
illustrate "The Horla," by Guy de Maupassant]

Table of Contents
HENRI RENÉ ALBERT GUY DE MAUPASSANT (1850-93). The
Necklace The Man with the Pale Eyes An Uncomfortable Bed Ghosts
Fear The Confession The Horla
PIERRE MILLE. The Miracle of Zobéide
VILLIERS DE L'ISLE ADAM. The Torture by Hope
ERCKMANN-CHATRIAN (1822-99)--(1826-90). The Owl's Ear The
Invisible Eye The Waters of Death
HONORE DE BALZAC (1799-1850). Melmoth Reconciled The

Conscript
JEAN FRANCOIS MARIE AROUET DE VOLTAIRE (1694-1778).
Zadig the Babylonian
PEDRO DE ALARÇON. The Nail
LUIGI CAPUANA (1839-00). The Deposition
LUCIUS APULEIUS (Second Century). The Adventure of the Three
Robbers
PLINY, THE YOUNGER (First Century). Letter to Sura

French--Italian--Spanish--Latin Mystery Stories

HENRI RENÉ ALBERT GUY DE MAUPASSANT
The Necklace
She was one of those pretty and charming girls who are sometimes, as
if by a mistake of destiny, born in a family of clerks. She had no dowry,
no expectations, no means of being known, understood, loved, wedded,
by any rich and distinguished man; and she let herself be married to a
little clerk at the Ministry of Public Instruction.
She dressed plainly because she could not dress well, but she was as
unhappy as though she had really fallen from her proper station; since
with women there is neither caste nor rank; and beauty, grace, and
charm act instead of family and birth. Natural fineness, instinct for
what is elegant, suppleness of wit, are the sole hierarchy, and make
from women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies.
She suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born for all the delicacies and
all the luxuries. She suffered from the poverty of her dwelling, from the
wretched look of the walls, from the worn-out chairs, from the ugliness

of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank
would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her
angry. The sight of the little Breton peasant who did her humble
housework aroused in her regrets which were despairing, and distracted
dreams. She thought of the silent antechambers hung with Oriental
tapestry, lit by tall bronze candelabra, and of the two great footmen in
knee breeches who sleep in the big armchairs, made drowsy by the
heavy warmth of the hot-air stove. She thought of the long salons fatted
up with ancient silk, of the delicate furniture carrying priceless
curiosities, and of the coquettish perfumed boudoirs made for talks at
five o'clock with intimate friends, with men famous and sought after,
whom all women envy and whose attention they all desire.
When she sat down to dinner, before the round table covered with a
tablecloth three days old, opposite her husband, who uncovered the
soup tureen and declared with an enchanted air, "Ah, the good
pot-au-feu! I don't know anything better than that," she thought of
dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry which peopled the
walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst
of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on
marvelous plates, and of the whispered gallantries which you listen to
with a sphinx-like smile, while you are eating the pink flesh of a trout
or the wings of a quail.
She had no dresses, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that;
she felt made for that. She would so have liked to please, to be envied,
to be charming, to be sought after.
She had a friend, a former schoolmate at the convent, who was rich,
and whom she did not like to go and see any more, because she
suffered so much when she came