CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. — DOCTOR MARY’S PAYING GUEST
CHAPTER II. — THE GENERAL REMEMBERS
CHAPTER III. — MR. SAFFRON AT HOME
CHAPTER IV. — PROFESSIONAL ETIQUETTE
CHAPTER V. — A FAMILIAR IMPLEMENT
CHAPTER VI. — ODD STORY OF CAPTAIN DUGGLE
CHAPTER VII. — A GENTLEMANLY STRANGER
CHAPTER VIII. — CAPTAIN ALEC RAISES HIS VOICE
CHAPTER IX. — DOCTOR MARY’S ULTIMATUM
CHAPTER X. — THE MAGICAL WORD MOROCCO!
CHAPTER XI. — THE CAR BEHIND THE TREES
CHAPTER XII. — THE SECRET OF THE TOWER
CHAPTER XIII. — RIGHT OF CONQUEST
CHAPTER XIV. — THE SCEPTER IN THE GRAVE
CHAPTER XVII. — THE CHIEF MOURNERS
CHAPTER XVIII. — THE GOLD AND THE TREASURE
“Just in time, wasn’t it?” asked Mary Arkroyd.
“Two days before the—the ceremony! Mercifully it had all been kept very quiet, because it was only three months since poor Gilly was killed. I forget whether you ever met Gilly? My half-brother, you know?”
“Only once—in Collingham Gardens. He had an exeat, and dashed in one Saturday morning when we were just finishing our work. Don’t you remember?”
“Yes, I think I do. But since my engagement I’d gone into colors. Oh, of course I’ve gone back into mourning now! And everything was ready—settlements and so on, you know. And rooms taken at Bournemouth. And then it all came out!”
“How?”
“Well, Eustace—Captain Cranster, I mean. Oh, I think he really must have had shell-shock, as he said, even though the doctor seemed to doubt it! He gave the Colonel as a reference in some shop, and—and the bank wouldn’t pay the check. Other checks turned up, too, and in the end the police went through his papers, and found letters from—well, from her, you know. From Bogota. South America, isn’t it? He’d lived there ten years, you know, growing something—beans, or coffee, or coffee-bean