Published May, 1907
CONTENTS | |
| [CHAPTER I.] | At Whose Hand? |
| [CHAPTER II.] | No. 1 Fitzjohn Square. |
| [CHAPTER III.] | The Mark Of The Beast. |
| [CHAPTER IV.] | A Woman's Face. |
| [CHAPTER V.] | Vera Rayne. |
| [CHAPTER VI.] | A Voice in the Dark. |
| [CHAPTER VII.] | The Yellow Hand-bill. |
| [CHAPTER VIII.] | The Mystery Deepens. |
| [CHAPTER IX.] | The Confidential Agent. |
| [CHAPTER X.] | Ropes of Sand. |
| [CHAPTER XI.] | The Express Letter. |
| [CHAPTER XII.] | A Speaking Likeness. |
| [CHAPTER XIII.] | A Striking Likeness. |
| [CHAPTER XIV.] | Retrospection. |
| [CHAPTER XV.] | Dallas Makes A Discovery. |
| [CHAPTER XVI.] | Strong Measures. |
| [CHAPTER XVII.] | Looking Backwards. |
| [CHAPTER XVIII.] | After Many Years. |
| [CHAPTER XIX.] | Carlotta's Story. |
| [CHAPTER XX.] | Valdo in a New Light. |
| [CHAPTER XXI.] | To Be In Time. |
| [CHAPTER XXII.] | The Worth of a Name. |
| [CHAPTER XXIII.] | The Next Move. |
| [CHAPTER XXIV.] | A Blood Relation. |
| [CHAPTER XXV.] | Bred in the Bone. |
| [CHAPTER XXVI.] | A Faithful Servant. |
| [CHAPTER XXVII.] | Flight! |
| [CHAPTER XXVIII.] | Vera's Warning. |
| [CHAPTER XXIX.] | The Message. |
| [CHAPTER XXX.] | Lost! |
| [CHAPTER XXXI.] | A Missing Link. |
| [CHAPTER XXXII.] | What Does It Mean? |
| [CHAPTER XXXIII.] | The Midnight Message. |
| [CHAPTER XXXIV.] | A Strange Home-coming. |
| [CHAPTER XXXV.] | Mother and Child. |
| [CHAPTER XXXVI.] | In the Dead of Night. |
| [CHAPTER XXXVII.] | An Unexpected Friend. |
| [CHAPTER XXXVIII.] | In the House. |
| [CHAPTER XXXIX.] | The Hound Again. |
| [CHAPTER XL.] | Broken Wings. |
| [CHAPTER XLI.] | A Ray of Light. |
| [CHAPTER XLII.] | Run To Earth. |
| [CHAPTER XLIII.] | The Whole Truth. |
| [CHAPTER XLIV.] | The Story of a Crime. |
| [CHAPTER XLV.] | Count Flavio's Diary. |
| [CHAPTER XLVI.] | A Woman's Heart. |
| [CHAPTER XLVII.] | The Passing of the Vengeance. |
THE MIDNIGHT GUEST.
[CHAPTER I.]
AT WHOSE HAND?
A hansom pulled up in front of 799, Park Lane, and a slim figure of a woman, dressed in deep mourning, ran up the broad flight of marble steps leading to the house. Her features were closely concealed by a thick veil, so that the footman who answered the ring could make nothing of the visitor. Her voice was absolutely steady as she asked to see Lord Ravenspur at once.
"That is impossible, madam," the footman protested; "his lordship is not yet down, and besides----"
"There is no 'besides' about it," the visitor said, imperiously; "it is a matter of life and death."
Once more the servant hesitated. There was something about this woman that commanded his respect. The hour was still early for Park Lane, seeing that it was barely nine o'clock, and the notable thoroughfare was practically deserted. From the distance came the hoarse cries of a number of newsboys who were racing across the Park. One of them came stumbling down Park Lane, filling the fresh spring atmosphere with his shouts. Evidently something out of the common had happened to bring these birds of ill omen westward at so early an hour. With the curiosity of his class the footman turned to listen.