CONTENTS
| BOOK I | ||
|---|---|---|
| Chapter | Page | |
| [I.] | An Accidental Spy | 1 |
| [II. ] | At the Café Montmartre | 11 |
| [III. ] | A Mysterious Disappearance | 18 |
| [IV. ] | The Falling of the Handkerchief | 26 |
| [V. ] | Love at First Sight | 33 |
| [VI. ] | The Vanishing Lady | 40 |
| [VII. ] | The Decoy-House of Europe | 48 |
| [VIII. ] | "Duncombe's Hold-up" | 55 |
| [IX. ] | The Story of a Call | 64 |
| [X. ] | Spencer's Surprise | 72 |
| [XI. ] | A Word of Warning | 80 |
| [XII. ] | The Shadowing of Duncombe | 87 |
| [XIII. ] | "Her Voice" | 93 |
| [XIV. ] | Laughter of Women | 101 |
| [XV. ] | Miss Fielding from America | 107 |
| [XVI. ] | Miss Fielding asks a Question | 115 |
| [XVII. ] | George Duncombe's Lie | 121 |
| [XVIII. ] | "Who Are These People?" | 129 |
| [XIX. ] | A Hillside Encounter | 137 |
| [XX. ] | Mr. Fielding in a New Rôle | 143 |
| [XXI. ] | A Woman's Cry | 151 |
| [XXII. ] | Lord Runton is Suspicious | 160 |
| [XXIII. ] | Her First Kiss | 171 |
| [XXIV. ] | The Empty Room | 179 |
| BOOK II | ||
| [I. ] | Guy Poynton again | 185 |
| [II. ] | An Old Story | 192 |
| [III. ] | A Body from the Seine | 200 |
| [IV. ] | The Insolence of Madame la Marquise | 208 |
| [V. ] | The Interviewing of Phyllis | 217 |
| [VI. ] | The Blundering of Andrew | 225 |
| [VII. ] | Spencer gets his Chance | 234 |
| [VIII. ] | A Political Interlude | 243 |
| [IX. ] | Arrested! | 251 |
| [X. ] | The Checkmating of Monsieur Louis | 259 |
| [XI. ] | The Making of History | 267 |
| [XII. ] | An Old Friend | 276 |
| [XIII. ] | A Newspaper Sensation | 285 |
| [XIV. ] | The Man who saved his Country | 294 |
| [XV. ] | A Merry Meeting | 301 |
A MAKER OF HISTORY
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.