Copyright, 1900, by
ARTHUR W. MARCHMONT.
CONTENTS.
| Chapter | Page | |
| I. | A Night Adventure in Sofia | [ 1] |
| II. | “Now You Will Have to Join Us” | [ 11] |
| III. | The Princess Christina | [ 21] |
| IV. | “The Web is Wide, the Meshes hard toBreak” | [ 32] |
| V. | “Spernow” | [ 43] |
| VI. | The Duel and After | [ 54] |
| VII. | At the Ball | [ 67] |
| VIII. | At the Palace | [ 79] |
| IX. | “I have Unbounded Faith in You” | [ 90] |
| X. | “In the Name of a Woman” | [ 101] |
| XI. | Betrayed | [ 112] |
| XII. | The Spy | [ 123] |
| XIII. | Face to Face | [ 135] |
| XIV. | The Countess’s Ruse | [ 148] |
| XV. | A Hopeless Outlook | [ 161] |
| XVI. | “If I Were a Woman” | [ 171] |
| XVII. | A Dastardly Scheme | [ 183] |
| XVIII. | The Fight | [ 194] |
| XIX. | My Arrest | [ 202] |
| XX. | A Warning | [ 214] |
| XXI. | Fight or Flight | [ 226] |
| XXII. | The Hour of Indecision | [ 236] |
| XXIII. | In Full Cry | [ 247] |
| XXIV. | The Attack | [ 257] |
| XXV. | Suspense | [ 267] |
| XXVI. | A Forlorn Hope | [ 280] |
| XXVII. | A Friend in Need | [ 291] |
| XXVIII. | A Fearsome Dilemma | [ 303] |
| XXIX. | General Kolfort to the Rescue | [ 313] |
| XXX. | The Push for the Frontier | [ 323] |
| XXXI. | The Ruined Hut | [ 335] |
| XXXII. | “Greater Love Hath no Man” | [ 352] |
| XXXIII. | The End | [ 358] |
IN THE NAME OF A WOMAN
CHAPTER I
A NIGHT ADVENTURE IN SOFIA
“Help!”
The cry, faint but strenuous, in a woman’s voice, rang out on the heavy hot night air, and told me that one of those abominable deeds that were so rife in the lawless Bulgarian capital was in progress, and I hastened forward in angry perplexity trying to locate the sound.
I knew what it meant. I had been strolling late through the hot, close streets between the Park and the Cathedral, when a woman closely hooded had hurried past me, dogged by a couple of skulking, scuttling spies, and I had turned to follow them. Across the broad Cathedral Square I had lost sight of them, and, taking at random one of the streets on the opposite side of the square, I was walking and listening for some sound to guide me in their direction.
“Help!” came the cry again, this time close to me from behind a pair of large wooden gates, one of which stood ajar. I pushed it open and crossed the courtyard before a large house, loosening as I ran the blade of the sword-stick I carried. The house was in darkness in the front, and as I dashed round to the back the cry was uttered for the third time, while I caught the sounds of struggling.