[CONTENTS.]

CHAPTERPAGE
[I]— [Her Wedding Morning][7]
[II]— [An Explanation Suggested][15]
[III]— [An Imperfect Vision][23]
[IV]— [Clara's Search Begins][31]
[V]— [The Agent of the Czar][39]
[VI]— [Litizki at Work][47]
[VII]— [A Dangerous Man][55]
[VIII]— [In the Hands of the Enemy][63]
[IX]— [Litizki's Lesson][71]
[X]— [Corroborative Detail][78]
[XI]— [Strange Exit of Poubalov][87]
[XII]— [Litizki Breaks His Appointment][95]
[XIII]— [What Became of Litizki][103]
[XIV]— [A New Departure][111]
[XV]— [Louise Receives a Caller][119]
[XVI]— [Lizzie White][127]
[XVII]— [How Litizki Saved Miss Hilman][135]
[XVIII]— [The Key to Ivan's Prison][143]
[XIX]— [The Ghost of Poubalov][151]
[XX]— [The Little Front Room][159]
[XXI]— [What Paul Palovna Saw][167]
[XXII]— [Poubalov's Revolution][175]
[XXIII]— [At One O'clock A.M.][183]
[XXIV]— [The New Clew][191]
[XXV]— [A Stubborn Antagonist][199]
[XXVI]— [Hide and Seek][207]
[XXVII]— [Behind Closed Doors][216]
[XXVIII]— [Poubalov Succeeds][225]

[A WEDDING BUT RATHER LATE]

[CHAPTER I.]

THEIR WEDDING MORNING.

Ivan pulled aside the curtain and looked up at the sky. It was as clear as crystal, as blue as the eyes of his beloved, the promise fulfilled of a perfect day. On a window cornice across the street a tiny bird perked his head toward the sun and chirped noisily. To a lively imagination kindled by fond anticipations the twittering of the bird would have seemed like music. So it was to Ivan. His heart responded with unformed melodies, and some of their stray notes found their way humming to his throat as he hastened his toilet.

A long process it was in spite of his haste. Every outer garment, though but yesterday brought by the tailor, had to be brushed with exquisite care, and when it came to adjusting his tie, what with finding in the light of this beautiful morning that not one of the numerous assortment seemed to be bright enough for the occasion, and having rejected all in turn, and having selected one at last that might be made to do, and having found the knot and loosed it—well, time had passed, and under ordinary circumstances patience might have gone with it. Ordinary, the circumstances were not, and if they had been I presume any tie could have, and would have been thrown together in a shape not less pleasing than that which finally caused him to turn from the mirror in cheerful despair and ring for breakfast.