On the undoubted existence of this mysterious cipher, and the riddles that that existence suggests, the writer has based his historical romance.

CONTENTS

CHAPTERPAGE
I. “No. 101”[ 1]
II. One-Fourth of a Secret and Three-Fourthsof a Mystery[ 12]
III. A Fair Huntress and the Girl with theSpotted Cow[ 26]
IV. A Lover’s Trick[ 39]
V. The Presumption of a Beardless Chevalier[ 53]
VI. The Wise Woman of “The Cock with theSpurs of Gold”[ 66]
VII. The King’s Handkerchief[ 78]
VIII. The Vivandière of Fontenoy[ 95]
IX. At the Charcoal-Burner’s Cabin in theWoods[ 109]
X. Fontenoy[ 121]
XI. In the Salon de la Paix at Versailles[ 137]
XII. A Royal Grisette[ 149]
XIII. What the Vicomte de Nérac Saw in theSecret Passage[ 160]
XIV. Two Pages in the Book of Life[ 171]
XV. André is Thrice Surprised[ 182]
XVI. The Fountain of Neptune[ 196]
XVII. Denise’s Answer[ 207]
XVIII. The heart of the Pompadour[ 220]
XIX. The Flower Girl of “The Gallows andthe Three Crows” [ 231]
XX. At Home with a Cipher[ 244]
XXI. The King’s Commission[ 253]
XXII. On Secret Service[ 264]
XXIII. The King Faints[ 274]
XXIV. A Wished-for Miracle[ 285]
XXV. The Fall of the Dice[ 297]
XXVI. The Thief of the Secret Despatch[ 308]
XXVII. The Chevalier Makes his Last Appearance[ 319]
XXVIII. The Carrefour de St. Antoine No. 3[ 330]
XXIX. André Fails to Decide[ 339]
XXX. Denise Has to Decide for the Last Time[ 354]
XXXI. Fortune’s Banter[ 366]

ILLUSTRATIONS

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“The Vicomte Henceforth Cannot withoutHarming Himself Visit Publicly a BourgeoiseGrisette”[ Frontispiece]
Statham Sat Pondering, His Eyes Riveted on theCrossed Daggers[ 6]
“Is That Letter to the Comtesse des Forges,One of My Friends—My Friends, Mon Dieu!—Yours,or Is It not?”[ 48]
“Fair Archeress,” He Said, “Surely the ShaftsYou Loose Are Mortal”[ 88]
Yes, that is Monseigneur le Maréchal de Saxe,Carried in a Wicker Litter, for He CannotSit His Horse[ 124]
Madame de Pompadour[ 188]
The Curtain Was Sharply Flung aside, and HeSaw Denise[ 204]
Yvonne Very Modestly Disengaged the Arm whichfor the First Time He Had Slipped about HerSupple Waist[ 234]
Yvonne with a Finger to Her Lips, Holding HerPetticoats off the Floor, Stole In, and behindHer a Stranger[ 268]
The Candle Fell from Her Hand. “Gone!” SheMuttered Feebly, “Gone!”[ 320]
“Yvonne, of Course; Yvonne of the SpotlessAnkles,” She Lifted Her Dress a Few Inches[ 350]

NO. 101.

NO. 101


CHAPTER I
“No. 101”

One evening in the January of 1745, the critical year of Fontenoy and of the great Jacobite rising, a middle-aged gentleman, the private secretary of a Secretary of State, was working as usual in the room of a house in Cleveland Row. The table at which he sat was littered with papers, but at this precise moment he had leaned back in his chair with a puzzled expression and his left hand in perplexity pushed his wig awry.