BY
BARONESS ORCZY
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1923, 1924, 1925, AND 1926,
BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1924,
BY THE METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE COMPANY
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CONTENTS
I THE MYSTERY OF THE KHAKI TUNIC
II THE MYSTERY OF THE INGRES MASTERPIECE
III THE MYSTERY OF THE PEARL NECKLACE
IV THE MYSTERY OF THE RUSSIAN PRINCE
V THE MYSTERIOUS TRAGEDY IN BISHOP'S ROAD
VI THE MYSTERY OF THE DOG'S TOOTH CLIFF
VIII THE MYSTERY OF BRUDENELL COURT
IX THE MYSTERY OF THE WHITE CARNATION
X THE MYSTERY OF THE MONTMARTRE HAT
XII THE FULTON GARDENS MYSTERY
XIII A MOORLAND TRAGEDY
By BARONESS ORCZY
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PIMPERNEL AND ROSEMARY
THE HONOURABLE JIM
THE TRIUMPH OF THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL
NICOLETTE
CASTLES IN THE AIR
THE FIRST SIR PERCY
HIS MAJESTY'S WELL-BELOVED
THE LEAGUE OF THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL
FLOWER O' THE LILY
THE MAN IN GREY
LORD TONY'S WIFE
LEATHERFACE
THE BRONZE EAGLE
A BRIDE OF THE PLAINS
THE LAUGHING CAVALIER
"UNTO CAESAR"
EL DORADO
MEADOWSWEET
THE NOBLE ROGUE
THE HEART OF A WOMAN
PETTICOAT RULE
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I cannot pretend to say how it all happened.I can but relate what occurred, leaving those ofmy friends who are versed in psychic matters tofind a plausible explanation for the fact that on thathorrible foggy afternoon I chanced to walk into thatblameless teashop at that particular hour.
Now, I had not been inside a teashop for years,and I had almost ceased to think of the Old Man in theCorner—the weird, spook-like creature with thebaggy trousers, the huge horn-rimmed spectacles, andthe thin claw-like hands that went on fidgeting, fidgeting,fidgeting with a piece of string, tying it with nervydeliberation into innumerable and complicated knots.
And yet, when I walked into that teashop and sawhim sitting in the corner by the fire, I was hardlyconscious of surprise, but I did not think that hewould recognise me. So I sat down at the next tableto him, and when I thought that he was most intenton fidgeting with his piece of string, I stolesurreptitious glances at him. The years seemed to hav