t.me/shortclassics There was not a breath of air stirring; a heavy mist was lying over the river. It was like a layer of cotton placed on the water. The banks themselves were indistinct, hidden behind strange fogs. But day was breaking and the hill was becoming visible. In the dawning light of day the plaster houses began to appear like white spots. Cocks were crowing in the barnyard.On the other side of the river, hidden behind the fogs, just opposite Frette, a slight noise from time to time broke the dead silence of the quiet morning...

Boys Like Mysterious Stories Mr. Melville Dale, Jimmy’s uncle in America, often sent books and magazines to his niece and nephew. Polly liked the magazines very much. There were lots of pictures there. Jimmy liked the books. They were full of interesting and thrilling stories. Uncle Melville always read detective stories and bought lots of them. All the boys in the neighbourhood liked them, as well as Jimmy, Sam and Hugh, and they knew almost all of them by heart. Their favourite writer was Conan Doyle who wrote about his friend Sherlock Holmes, a famous detective...