The City of Masks
Copyright, 1918
By DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, Inc
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
THE Marchioness carefully draped the dust-cloth over the head of an andiron and, before putting the question to the parlour-maid, consulted, with the intensity of a near-sighted person, the ornate French clock in the centre of the mantelpiece. Then she brushed her fingers on the voluminous apron that almost completely enveloped her slight person.
Well, who is it, Julia?
It's Lord Temple, ma'am, and he wants to know if you're too busy to come to the 'phone. If you are, I'm to ask you something.
The Marchioness hesitated. How do you know it is Lord Eric? Did he mention his name?
He did, ma'am. He said 'this is Tom Trotter speaking, Julia, and is your mistress disengaged?' And so I knew it couldn't be any one else but his Lordship.
And what are you to ask me?
George Barr McCutcheon
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THE CITY OF MASKS
CHAPTER I
LADY JANE THORNE COMES TO DINNER
CHAPTER II
OUT OF THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE EARTH
CHAPTER III
THE CITY OF MASKS
CHAPTER IV
THE SCION OF A NEW YORK HOUSE
CHAPTER V
MR. THOMAS TROTTER HEARS SOMETHING TO HIS ADVANTAGE
CHAPTER VI
THE UNFAILING MEMORY
CHAPTER VII
THE FOUNDATION OF THE PLOT
CHAPTER VIII
LADY JANE GOES ABOUT IT PROMPTLY
CHAPTER IX
MR. TROTTER FALLS INTO A NEW POSITION
CHAPTER X
PUTTING THEIR HEADS—AND HEARTS—TOGETHER
CHAPTER XI
WINNING BY A NOSE
CHAPTER XII
IN THE FOG
CHAPTER XIII
NOT CLOUDS ALONE HAVE LININGS
CHAPTER XIV
DIPLOMACY
CHAPTER XV
ONE NIGHT AT SPANGLER'S
CHAPTER XVI
SCOTLAND YARD TAKES A HAND
CHAPTER XVII
FRIDAY FOR LUCK
CHAPTER XVIII
FRIDAY FOR BAD LUCK
CHAPTER XIX
FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT
CHAPTER XX
AN EXCHANGE OF COURTESIES
CHAPTER XXI
THE BRIDE-ELECT
CHAPTER XXII
THE BEGINNING
THE END
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