Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew’d

As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust

The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches

I Am Half-Sick of Shadows

Speaking from Among the Bones

A Red Herring Without Mustard

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag

The Curious Case of the Copper Corpse