: Fred M. White
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: Collected Short Stories - Book3
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Collected Short Stories - Book 3 by Fred M. White is an exhilarating collection that showcases the masterful storytelling of one of the greats of early 20th-century fiction. This third volume brings together a series of gripping tales that range from pulse-pounding thrillers to heart-stopping mysteries. Each story is crafted with White's trademark flair for suspense, intriguing plots, and unforgettable characters. Whether you're a longtime fan or a new reader, this collection promises to captivate and entertain with its blend of dramatic twists and clever resolutions. Dive into these pages and experience the excitement of Fred M. White's storytelling prowess!

Fred M. White (1859-1935) was a British author known for his prolific output of mystery, adventure, and speculative fiction. He is most famous for his early science fiction disaster novels, particularly 'The Doom of London' series, which depicted catastrophic events befalling the city. White wrote hundreds of short stories and serialized works, which were popular in magazines during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. His works contributed significantly to the development of early science fiction and thriller genres.

THE BLACK CAT


Published in: The Australian Town and Country Journal, 4 Feb 1903

The Sunday Times, Perth, Australia, 6 Sep 1903

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From the East Kent Standard:—

A tragic affair, resulting in the death of Mr. Mortimer Colles, the well-known scientist, took place at Reculvers on Monday. It appears that the deceased gentleman and his friend, Mr. Philip Lyne, Professor of Physics at University College, were making a series of experiments on heat with the aid of magnifying glasses. Whatever the peculiar nature of the experiment might be matters little. In the course of the proceedings it became necessary for the two gentlemen to separate, Mr. Colles proceeding some six hundred yards away from his companion in the direction of the sea, the whole business taking place on the cliff.

Nobody appeared to be moving, the cliff line thereabouts being particularly flat, sterile and uninteresting. It would have been difficult for a rabbit to pass without notice. On the verge of the cliff towards which Mr. Colles made his way stand the ruins of a martello tower. The tower is not more than six feet high, and nothing but the bare circular walls remain. At this moment the passing of the sun behind a cloud checked the progress of the trifling experiment. Doubtless in a fit of idle curiosity, Mr. Colles peered into the tower. Ten minutes elapsed, and he failed to emerg