The International Spy Being the Secret History of the Russo-Japanese War   By: Allen Upward (1863-1926)

International Spy

BEING THE SECRET HISTORY OF THE RUSSO JAPANESE WAR

BY

ALLEN UPWARD

(" Monsieur A. V. ")

AUTHOR OF "UNDERGROUND HISTORY," ETC.

M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY

CHICAGO NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT, 1904, 1905, BY

THE PEARSON PUBLISHING CO.

COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY

G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY.

Entered at Stationers' Hall.

The International Spy.

Made in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

PROLOGUE THE TWO EMPRESSES 9

I. THE INSTRUCTIONS OF MONSIEUR V 17

II. THE PRINCESS Y 'S HINT 24

III. THE HEAD OF THE MANCHURIAN SYNDICATE 36

IV. THE CZAR'S AUTOGRAPH 45

V. A DINNER WITH THE ENEMY 54

VI. DRUGGED AND KIDNAPPED 63

VII. THE RACE FOR SIBERIA 71

VIII. THE CZAR'S MESSAGE 76

IX. THE BETROTHAL OF DELILAH 87

X. THE ANSWER OF THE MIKADO 96

XI. WHO SMOKED THE GREGORIDES BRAND 107

XII. THE SECRET SERVICE OF JAPAN 113

XIII. HIS IMPERIAL HIGHNESS 123

XIV. THE SUBMARINE MINE 130

XV. THE ADVISOR OF NICHOLAS II 139

XVI. A STRANGE CONFESSION 145

XVII. A SUPERNATURAL INCIDENT 159

XVIII. THE MYSTERY OF A WOMAN 169

XIX. THE SPIRIT OF MADAME BLAVATSKY 180

XX. THE DEVIL'S AUCTION 192

XXI. THE FUNERAL 199

XXII. A PERILOUS MOMENT 210

XXIII. A RESURRECTION AND A GHOST 217

XXIV. A SECRET EXECUTION 224

XXV. A CHANGE OF IDENTITY 233

XXVI. TRAPPED 240

XXVII. THE BALTIC FLEET 246

XXVIII. ON THE TRACK 256

XXIX. AN IMPERIAL FANATIC 264

XXX. THE STOLEN SUBMARINE 272

XXXI. THE KIEL CANAL 279

XXXII. THE DOGGER BANK 287

XXXIII. TRAFALGAR DAY 292

XXXIV. THE FAMILY STATUTE 300

EPILOGUE 308

The International Spy

PROLOGUE[A]

THE TWO EMPRESSES

[Footnote A: The author desires to state that this history should be read as a work of imagination simply, and not as authentic.]

"Look!"

A fair, delicately molded hand, on which glittered gems worth a raja's loyalty, was extended in the direction of the sea.

Half a mile out, where the light ripples melted away into a blue and white haze upon the water, a small black smudge, like the back of a porpoise, seemed to be sliding along the surface.

But it was not a porpoise, for out of it there rose a thin, black shaft, scarcely higher than a flag staff, and from the top of this thin shaft there trickled a faint wreathing line of smoke, just visible against the background of sky and sea.

"It is a submarine! What is it doing there?"

The exclamation, followed by the question, came from the second, perhaps the fairer, of two women of gracious and beautiful presence, who were pacing, arm linked in arm, along a marble terrace overlooking a famous northern strait.

The terrace on which they stood formed part of a stately palace, built by a king of the North who loved to retire in the summer time from his bustling capital, and gather his family around him in this romantic home.