‘The Dwarf’s Chamber’ is a fantastic tale by famous mystery novelist Fergusson Hume.
‘The Dwarf’s Chamber’ has a cursed noble family, a dwarf, a missing heir, and a gloomy castle.
The railway is responsible for the transmutation of sleepy villages into noisy manufacturing towns; of picturesque inns into gaudy hotels. Wheresoever that iron road runs, hamlets, as vitalized by its touch, begin to throw out lines of suburban villas, to gather into clumps of roaring factories; while the rustic alehouse, of yore the parliament of rural politicians, swells into a bloated, three-storey barrack, all glass, and glitter, and bare discomfort. The portly host doffs his apron for the smart vulgarities of a publican, and trim Phyllis, changing sex and attractiveness, shrinks to a lean, black-coated, white-cravated scarecrow, avaricious of “tips,” and servile in demeanour.