The Night Horseman

ve he read Aristophanes with perfect understanding of the allusions of the day and divided his leisure between Ovid and Horace; at fifteen, wearied by the simplicity of Old Engli

the fever of his first practical enthusiasm-surgery. At twenty-four he was an M.D. and a distinguished diagnostician, though he preferred work in his laboratory in his endeavor to resolve the elements into simpler forms; also he published at this time a work on anthropology whose circulation was limited to two hundred copies, and he receive

horsepower brain and a runabout

e faintly, "for the solution of a pr

reat physician. "Among other

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suggest that I co

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Randall By

the great physician, turning back to his plate glass window. "My

r, Randall Byrne sat in his

be actuality, for the physical (or personal) too often beclouds that power of inner vision which so unerringly penetrates to the inherent truths of incorporeity and the extramundane. Yet this problem, to your eyes, I fear, not essentially novel or peculiarly involute, holds for my contemplative faculties an extraordinary

t in a lighter moment of idleness, I pray you give some careless thought to a problem

ugh (as you so well know) it is my conviction that the physical fact is not and only the immaterial is, yet I shall gl

cate in substance and the mouth quite colourless, but oddly enough the upper lip had that habitual appearance of stiff compression which is characteristic of highly strung temperaments; it is a noticeable feature of nearly every great actor, for instance. The nose was straight and very thin and in a strong sidelight a tracery of the red blood showed through at the nostrils. The eyes were deeply buried and the lower lids bruised with purple-weak eyes that blinked at a change of light or a sudden tho

nd when he moved his arm it seemed the arm of a skeleton too loosely clad. There was a differing connotation in the hands, to be sure. They were thin-bones and sinews chiefly, with

ead lies within plain sight of my window. I see a general merchandise store, twenty-seven buildi

hand knocked and the door of Randall Byrne's room was flung open by Hank Dwight, propri

Randall Byrne placed his spectacles more

Hank Dwight had alre

rland. A little speed,

protested Byrne, following slowly down

en miles, d'you s'pose I'd ca

are of a girl in a short riding skirt who stood with one gloved hand on