It must have been Bourke who first said that even if you knew your way about Paris you had to lose it in order to find it to Troyon’s. But then Bourke was proud to be Irish. Troyon’s occupied a corner...

His return to Troyon’s, whereas an enterprise which Lanyard had been contemplating for several years⁠—in fact, ever since the death of Bourke⁠—came to pass at length almost purely as an affair of impu...

The man from Scotland Yard had just surrendered hat, coat, and umbrella to the vestiaire and was turning through swinging doors to the dining-room. Again, embracing Lanyard, his glance seemed devoid o...

When the maitre-d’hôtel had shown him all over the establishment (innocently enough, en route, furnishing him with a complete list of his other guests and their rooms: memoranda readily registered by ...

The surprise was complete; none, indeed, was ever more so; but it’s a question which party thereto was the more affected. Lanyard stared with the eyes of stupefaction. To his fancy, this thing passed ...

Lanyard’s first destination was that convenient little rez-de-chaussée apartment near the Trocadéro, at the junction of the rue Roget and the avenue de l’Alma; but his way thither was so roundabout th...

His secret uncovered, that essential incognito of his punctured, his vanity touched to the quick⁠—all that laboriously constructed edifice of art and chicane which yesterday had seemed so substantial,...

Evidently his first move toward departure was signalled; for as he passed out through L’Abbaye’s doors the carriage-porter darted forward and saluted. “Monsieur Lanyarr’?” “Yes?” “Monsieur’s car is wa...

Having fulfilled his purpose of making himself acquainted with the personnel of the opposition, Lanyard slammed the door in its face, thrust his hands in his pockets, and sauntered downstairs, chuckli...

The thought of Lanyard’s pocket flash-lamp offering itself, immediately its wide circle of light enveloped his late antagonist. That one was resting on a shoulder, legs uncouthly a-sprawl, quite witho...

Now when Lanyard had locked the door, he told himself that the gruesome peace of those two bedchambers was ensured, barring mischance, for as long as the drug continued to hold dominion over the Ameri...

It was late afternoon when Lanyard wakened from sleep so deep and dreamless that nothing could have induced it less potent than sheer systemic exhaustion, at once nervous, muscular and mental. A profo...

And then, when the girl made no response, but remained with troubled gaze focused on some remote abstraction, “You will have tea, won’t you?” he urged. She recalled her thoughts, nodded with the faint...

Falling without presage upon the slumberous hush enveloping the little house marooned in that dead backwater of Paris, the shock of that alarm drove the girl back from the table to the nearest wall, a...

Though it had been nearly eight when they entered the restaurant, it was something after eleven before Lanyard called for his bill. “We’ve plenty of time,” he had explained; “it’ll be midnight before ...

For all that success had rewarded his effrontery, Lanyard’s mind was far from easy during the subsequent hour that he spent before attempting to rejoin Lucy Shannon, dodging, ducking and doubling acro...

Established behind his splendid mahogany desk in his office at the Ministère de la Guerre, or moving majestically abroad attired in frock coat and glossy topper, or lending the dignity of his presence...

He found no reason to believe she had left him other than voluntarily, or that their adventures since the escape from the impasse Stanislas had been attended upon by spies of the Pack. He could have s...

When there was no more light in the sky, a profound sigh escaped Lanyard’s lips; and with the gesture of one signifying submission to an omen, he turned and tramped heavily back across-town. More auto...

But why?⁠—he asked himself as he swung his cab aimlessly away⁠—why that blind rage with which he had welcomed Wertheimer’s overtures? Unquestionably the business of blackmailing was despicable enough;...

He was singularly free from any sort of exultation over the manner in which he had at once compassed his own escape and brought down catastrophe upon his self-appointed murderers; his mood was quick w...

It was a sound so slight, so very small and still, that only a super-subtle sense of hearing could have discriminated it from the confused multiplicity of almost inaudible, interwoven, interdependent ...

Before the echo of that crash ceased to reverberate from room to room, Lanyard slipped to one side of the doorway, from which point he could command the perspective of the salons together with a parti...

With as little ceremony as though the bullet had lodged in himself, Lanyard tumbled back into the room, tripped, and fell sprawling; while to a tune of clattering boots two sergents de ville lumbered ...

About half-past six Lanyard left the dressing-room assigned him in the barracks at Port Aviation and, waddling quaintly in the heavy wind-resisting garments supplied him at the instance of Ducroy, mad...

Steadying himself with a splendid display of self-control and sheer courage, Captain Vauquelin concentrated upon the management of the biplane. The drone of its motor thickened again, its speed became...

The Englishman smiled cheerfully in response to Lanyard’s cry of astonishment. “In effect,” he observed, stripping off his gauntlets, “you’re right, Mr. Lanyard. ‘Wertheimer’ isn’t my name, but it is ...