Harold MacGrath was a novelist, short-story, and screen writer. He wrote at least a novel a year, had short stories in the "Saturday Evening Post" and "Ladies Home Journal, " and became one of the first well-known writers to work in film.
"The one definite idea I have in writing stories," said MacGrath, is to afford an agreeable, pleasant hour or two to my readers. I wish to amuse them, to make them wish that they, too, might have lived as this or that hero, in this or that land, probable or improbable. I prefer sunshine, mirth, buoyancy, and I believe most readers prefer the same....
Harold MacGrath was a novelist, short-story, and screen writer. He wrote at least a novel a year, had short stories in the "Saturday Evening Post" and...
Harold MacGrath wrote novels, short stories and screenplays in the early years of the 20th century. Arms and the Woman was his first novel, published in 1890. His novels were about love, adventure, mystery, and spies. The Drums of Jeopardy was serialized by The Saturday Evening Post beginning in January 1920. The work was published in novel form in 1920. It was soon made into a play and then a film. The story is a melodramatic mystery novel featuring villainous Bolsheviks and missing jewels. A Russian Prince steals two priceless emeralds called The Drums of Jeopardy. They are said to be...
Harold MacGrath wrote novels, short stories and screenplays in the early years of the 20th century. Arms and the Woman was his first novel, published ...
Harold MacGrath wrote novels, short stories and screenplays in the early years of the 20th century. Arms and the Woman was his first novel, published in 1890. His novels were about love, adventure, mystery, and spies. The Goose Girl was originally a fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm. The fairy tale is a classic bride switch. A maid forces the princess to change places with her. The maid becomes the princess and the princess becomes a goose girl. Of course all is made right in the end. MacGrath has taken this tale and adapted it into a novel. The Grand Duke of Ehrenstein's daughter has been...
Harold MacGrath wrote novels, short stories and screenplays in the early years of the 20th century. Arms and the Woman was his first novel, published ...
A. E. W. Mason Harold Macgrath Richard Harding Davis
In the Fog - by Richard Harding Davis's The Affair at the Hotel Semiramis - by A.E.W. Mason Hearts and Masks - Harold MacGrath Three wonderful tales of mystery from some of the best known writers of the period before the First World War -- A foggy London night, a Russian princess who steals jewels, a corpse; A mysterious murder, an opera singer, and stolen pearls; Two young people who crash a masked ball only to find themselves caught up in a daring theft of jewels; These are the subjects of this collection of entertaining tales of love, jewels, and mystery.
In the Fog - by Richard Harding Davis's The Affair at the Hotel Semiramis - by A.E.W. Mason Hearts and Masks - Harold MacGrath Three wonderful tales o...
Three complete novels in one The Rome Express - Arthur Griffiths The Voice in the Fog - Harold MacGrath The Grand Babylon Hotel - Arnold Bennett Three novels of travel and mystery from some of the best known writers of the Edwardian Age A man is mysteriously murdered on the night express from Rome to Paris. Which one of the passengers is the murderer. The Countess? The General? The clergyman? The maid who disappeared? A sapphire necklace stolen from a cab in the London fog. A ship's steward who is either more or less than he appears to be. A jewel thief who criss-crosses the Atlantic in...
Three complete novels in one The Rome Express - Arthur Griffiths The Voice in the Fog - Harold MacGrath The Grand Babylon Hotel - Arnold Bennett Thre...
"A London fog, solid, substantial, yellow as an old dog's tooth or a jaundiced eye. You could not look through it, nor yet gaze up and down it, nor over it; and you only thought you saw it. The eye became impotent, untrustworthy; all senses lay fallow except that of touch; the skin alone conveyed to you with promptness and no incertitude that this thing had substance. You could feel it; you could open and shut your hands and sense it on your palms, and it penetrated your clothes and beaded your spectacles and rings and bracelets and shoe-buckles. It was nightmare, bereft of its pillows, grown...
"A London fog, solid, substantial, yellow as an old dog's tooth or a jaundiced eye. You could not look through it, nor yet gaze up and down it, nor ov...
