Frank L Packard

A League to Rosthny by Frank L. Packard, Stoughton, Mass. 3600 Words. An unpublished short story, perhaps./drf             Stillwoods.Blogspot.Ca            December 2018. Louis returned to consciousness and to the knowledge that his head throbbed painfully. He staggered slowly to his feet and passed his hand dazedly across his eyes. The recollection of having been set upon by some three or four ruffians was all that remained to him of the affair. He looked around the room. It was richly, even luxuriously, furnished. The window gave upon a courtyard beneath, fronting a long stretch of road that ran to right and left. ‘Twas evidently the country estate of some wealthy personage, and yet, if such it were, ‘twas strange he should be treated thus. The cords with which he had been bound still lay in a heap where they had cut them from him. It had a sinister air. Even did h...

A Joy Ride by Frank L. Packard, Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada. This undated short story was not found in any previously published form./drf Stillwoods.Blogspot.Ca 2500 Words. It is, most people will admit, startling enough to be suddenly confronted in the dark of one’s own private grounds by a masked man and, coincidently, to have the muzzle of a revolver thrust between one’s eyes, but that is as nothing compared with what followed. “Lift your voice, utter a sound, make a move other than I direct and you are a dead man!”—was flung at me in a fierce, hoarse whisper. He came closer until his eyes, and they seemed of abnormal size glittering from behind the mask, were within an inch of mine. “You are Josiah Quincy Hepburn, the millionaire, the Wall Street financier?” This seemed to be more of a self-reassuring statement that he had made no mistake than a question, but by now I had recovered myself a little, and I answered him. “I am,” said I, “What is the meaning of ...