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The Monkey's Paw
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The Monkey's Paw
W. W. Jacobs
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This early work by William Wymark Jacobs was originally published in 1902 and we are now republishing it with a brand new introductory biography. Jacobs worked as a clerk in the civil service before turning to writing in his late twenties, publishing his first short story in 1895. Most of Jacobs' work appeared before the onset of World War I, and although the majority of his output was humorous in tone, he is best-remembered now for his macabre tales, particularly those contained in his 1902 collection The Lady of the Barge, such as 'The Monkey's Paw' and 'The Toll House'.
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Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
âHark at the wind,â said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
âIâm listening,â said the latter, grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. âCheck.â
âI should hardly think that heâd come to-night,â said his father, with his hand poised over the board.
âMate,â replied the son.
âThatâs the worst of living so far out,â bawled Mr. White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; âof all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathwayâs a bog, and the roadâs a torrent. I donât know what people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses in the road are let, they think it doesnât matter.â
âNever mind, dear,â said his wife, soothingly; âperhaps youâll win the next one.â
Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard.
âThere he is,â said Herbert White, as the gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward the door.
The old man rose with hospitable haste, and opening the door, was heard condoling with the new arrival. The new arrival also condoled with himself so that Mrs. White said, âTut tut!â and coughed gently as her husband entered the room, followed by a tall, burly man, beady of eye and rubicund of visage.
âSergeant-Major Morris,â he said, introducing him.
The sergeant-major shook hands, and taking the proffered seat by the fire, watched contentedly while his host got out whiskey and tumblers and stood a small copper kettle on the fire.
At the third glass his eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little family circle regarding with eager interest this visitor from distant parts, as he squared his broad shoulders in the chair and spoke of wild scenes and doughty deeds; of wars and plagues and strange peoples.
âTwenty-one years of it,â said Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son. âWhen he went away he was a slip of a youth in the warehouse. Now...