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Julian declared, “is the only way to Peace.”
A MAKER OF HISTORY
"'Guard this for me,' she whispered." (page 148)
Chapter II. At The Café Montmartre
Chapter III. A Mysterious Disappearance
Chapter IV. The Falling Of The Handkerchief
Chapter V. Love At First Sight
Chapter VI. The Vanishing Lady
Chapter VII. The Decoy-House Of Europe
Chapter VIII. Duncombe's "Hold-Up"
Chapter IX. The Story Of A Call
Chapter XII. The Shadowing Of Duncombe
Chapter XIV. Laughter Of Women
Chapter XV. Miss Fielding From America
Chapter XVI. Miss Fielding Asks A Question
Chapter XVII. George Duncombe's Lie
Chapter XVIII. "Who Are These People?"
Chapter XIX. A Hillside Encounter
Chapter XX. Mr. Fielding In A New Rôle
Chapter XXII. Lord Runton Is Suspicious
Chapter III. A Body From The Seine
Chapter IV. The Insolence Of Madame La Marquise
Chapter V. The Interviewing Of Phyllis
Chapter VI. The Blundering Of Andrew
Chapter VII. Spencer Gets His Chance
Chapter VIII. A Political Interlude
Chapter X. The Checkmating Of Monsieur Louis
Chapter XI. The Making Of History
Chapter XIII. A Newspaper Sensation
Chapter XIV. The Man Who Saved His Country
BOOK I
CHAPTER I
AN ACCIDENTAL SPY
The boy sat up and rubbed his eyes. He was stiff, footsore, and a little chilly. There was no man-servant arranging his bath and clothes, no pleasant smell of coffee—none of the small luxuries to which he was accustomed. On the contrary, he had slept all night upon a bed of bracken, with no other covering than the stiff pine needles from the tall black trees, whose rustling music had lulled him to sleep.
He sat up, and remembered suddenly where he was and how he had come there. He yawned, and was on the point of struggling to his feet when he became aware of certain changed conditions in his surroundings. Some instinct, of simple curiosity perhaps, but of far-reaching effect, led him to crawl back into his hiding-place and watch.
Last night, after many hours of painful walking, two things alone had impressed themselves upon his consciousness: the dark illimitable forest and the double line of rails, which