Novel-Classic Stories

The troupers of the Big Time lack no art to sway a crowd-- or to change all history!

An enormous weapon is forcing people to keep their troubles to themselves--it's dynamite!

This planet gave him the perfect chance to commit the perfect crime--only he couldn't remember just what it was he had committed.

I had something better than investing for the future. the future investing in me!

A man can be killed by a toy gun--he can die of fright, for heart attacks can kill. What, then, is the deadly thing that must be sealed away, forever locked in buried concrete--a thing or an idea?

Being two men rolled out of one would solve my problems--but which one would I be?

If you should set a thief to catch a thief, what does it take to stop a racketeer...?

A 1919 pulp-press tale of deepest darkest Africa.

Snow in summer is of course impossible. Any weather expert will tell you so. Weather Bureau Chief Botts was certain no such absurdity could occur. And he would have been right except for one thing. It snowed that summer.

This guard smelled trouble and it could be counted on to come--for a nose for trouble was one of the many talents bred here!