Chapter I: Front Matter

THE

RED SYMBOL

BY

JOHN IRONSIDE

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY F. C. YOHN

BOSTON LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY 1910

_Copyright, 1909, 1910_, BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.

_All rights reserved._

Published, April, 1910

THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. THE MYSTERIOUS FOREIGNER 1
II. THE SAVAGE CLUB DINNER 9
III. THE BLOOD-STAINED PORTRAIT 17
IV. THE RIVER STEPS 26
V. THE MYSTERY THICKENS 33
VI. "MURDER MOST FOUL" 41
VII. A RED-HAIRED WOMAN 48
VIII. A TIMELY WARNING 55
IX. NOT AT BERLIN 62
X. DISQUIETING NEWS 68
XI. "LA MORT OU LA VIE!" 74
XII. THE WRECKED TRAIN 82
XIII. THE GRAND DUKE LORIS 89
XIV. A CRY FOR HELP 96
XV. AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE 103
XVI. UNDER SURVEILLANCE 110
XVII. THE DROSHKY DRIVER 115
XVIII. THROUGH THE STORM 122
XIX. NIGHT IN THE FOREST 128
XX. THE TRIBUNAL 133
XXI. A FORLORN HOPE 139
XXII. THE PRISON HOUSE 145
XXIII. FREEMAN EXPLAINS 152
XXIV. BACK TO ENGLAND 158
XXV. SOUTHBOURNE'S SUSPICIONS 164
XXVI. WHAT JIM CAYLEY KNEW 172
XXVII. AT THE POLICE COURT 179
XXVIII. WITH MARY AT MORWEN 186
XXIX. LIGHT ON THE PAST 192
XXX. A BYGONE TRAGEDY 198
XXXI. MISHKA TURNS UP 204
XXXII. BACK TO RUSSIA ONCE MORE 211
XXXIII. THE ROAD TO ZOSTROV 217
XXXIV. THE OLD JEW 223
XXXV. A BAFFLING INTERVIEW 229
XXXVI. STILL ON THE ROAD 235
XXXVII. THE PRISONER OF ZOSTROV 241
XXXVIII. THE GAME BEGINS 247
XXXIX. THE FLIGHT FROM ZOSTROV 254
XL. A STRICKEN TOWN 260
XLI. LOVE OR COMRADESHIP? 268
XLII. THE DESERTED HUNTING LODGE 274
XLIII. THE WOMAN FROM SIBERIA 281
XLIV. AT VASSILITZI'S 287
XLV. THE CAMPAIGN AT WARSAW 294
XLVI. THE BEGINNING OF THE END 301
XLVII. THE TRAGEDY IN THE SQUARE 308
XLVIII. THE GRAND DUCHESS PASSES 315
XLIX. THE END OF AN ACT 322
L. ENGLAND ONCE MORE 329
LI. THE REAL ANNE 336
LII. THE WHOLE TRUTH 344

ILLUSTRATIONS

I heard him mutter in French: "The symbol! Then it is she!" _Frontispiece_

The rooms were in great disorder, and had been subjected to an exhaustive search _Page 51_

His stern face, seen in the light of the blazing wreckage, was ghastly " 87

In that instant I had caught a glimpse of a white face " 102

Then, in a flash, I knew him " 228

"My God, how they hate me!" I heard Loris say softly " 259

"I knew thou wouldst come," she said " 268

Some one comes behind my chair " 354

THE RED SYMBOL