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B. L. Farjeon. The Last Tenant
The Last Tenant
Table of Contents
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CHAPTER I
MY WIFE MAKES UP HER MIND TO MOVE
CHAPTER II
HOUSE-HUNTING À LA MODE
CHAPTER III
AN OLD FRIEND UNEXPECTEDLY PRESENTS HIMSELF
CHAPTER IV
BOB MILLET GIVES US SOME CURIOUS INFORMATION ABOUT THE HOUSE IN LAMB'S TERRACE
CHAPTER V
WE LOOK OVER THE HOUSE IN LAMB'S TERRACE, AND RECEIVE A SHOCK
CHAPTER VI
THE ANSWER TO THE BELL
CHAPTER VII
I MAKE SOME SINGULAR EXPERIMENTS
CHAPTER VIII
I TAKE BOB INTO MY CONFIDENCE
CHAPTER IX
I PAY BOB MILLET A VISIT
CHAPTER X
RONALD ELSDALE GIVES OPINIONS
CHAPTER XI
BOB RELATES TO ME SOME PARTICULARS OF RONALD ELSDALE'S DELUSION
CHAPTER XII
A HOUSE ON FIRE
CHAPTER XIII
I TAKE THE HAUNTED HOUSE
CHAPTER XIV
A MEAGER REPORT FROM THE INQUIRY AGENT
CHAPTER XV
WHAT THE INQUEST REVEALED
CHAPTER XVI
IN 79 LAMB'S TERRACE
CHAPTER XVII
BARBARA
CHAPTER XVIII
MOLLY
CHAPTER XIX
IMPORTANT INFORMATION
CHAPTER XX
DR. COOPER
CHAPTER XXI
BARBARA GIVES US SOME VALUABLE INFORMATION
CHAPTER XXII
MR. NISBET VISITS LAMB'S TERRACE
CHAPTER XXIII
ON THE TRACK
CHAPTER XXIV
WE ARRIVE IN PARIS
CHAPTER XXV
WE COME TO A HALT
CHAPTER XXVI
A GOOD NIGHT'S WORK
CHAPTER XXVII
A WORD WITH MME. BERNSTEIN
CHAPTER XXVIII
MME. BERNSTEIN REVEALS
CHAPTER XXIX
DR. COOPER IS IMPRESSED
CHAPTER XXX
MR. NISBET TAKES A DECIDED STEP
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THE END
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B. L. Farjeon
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Good Heavens! My old schoolmate, Bob Millet, dear old Bob, almost my brother, whom I had not seen for nearly forty years, stood before me. What reminiscences did the sight of him inspire! He and I were chums in those early days, stood up for each other, defended each other, played truant together, took long walks, went into the country together during holiday time--did everything, in short, that could bind schoolboys in firm links of comradeship. Once, when my parents took me to the seaside, they invited Bob at my urgent request to spend a week with us, and he spent two, three--all the time, indeed, that we were away from home. There at the seaside he taught me to swim, and we had days of enjoyment so vivid that the memory of them came back to me fresh and bright even after this lapse of years. How changed he was! He was a plump, rosy-cheeked boy, and he had grown into a thin, spare, elderly man, with all the plumpness and all the rosiness squeezed clean out of him. It was a bit of a shock. He was younger than I, and he looked twenty years older; his clothes were shabby, his face worn and lined with care, as though life's battle had been too much for him; while here was I, a fairly prosperous man, full of vigor and capacity for enjoyment, and blessed with means for the indulgence of pleasures which it was evident he could not afford. There was on my part more of sadness than of joy in this meeting. I held out my hand to him, and we greeted each other cordially.
"My dear," I said to my wife, "this is my old school chum, Mr. Millet."
