I first met Bob Masters in the hotel at a place called Fourteen Streams, not very far from Kimberley. I had for some months been trying to find gold or diamonds by digging holes in the veldt. But since this has little or nothing to do with the story, I pass by my mining adventures and come back to the hotel. I came to it very readily that afternoon, for I was very thirsty. Many of these older horror stories rely on the shock of the ghastly revelation for their emotional payoff. “The Armless Man” deploys its revelation to shock [Read More]