A Nest of Spies   By: Marcel Allain (1885-1969)

A NEST OF

SPIES

BY

PIERRE SOUVESTRE

AND

MARCEL ALLAIN

AUTHORS OF "FANTÔMAS," "THE EXPLOITS OF JUVE," "MESSENGERS OF EVIL," ETC.

NEW YORK

BRENTANO'S

1917

Copyright, 1917, by Brentano's

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. SUDDEN DEATH 1

II. DOCUMENT NO. SIX 13

III. BARON NAARBOVECK'S HOUSE 26

IV. A CORDIAL RECEPTION 35

V. THEY ARE NOT AGREED 43

VI. CORPORAL VINSON 51

VII. THE SECOND BUREAU 65

VIII. A SINGER OF THE HALLS 77

IX. WITH THE UNDER SECRETARY OF STATE 88

X. AUNT PALMYRA 96

XI. THE HOODED CLOAK OF FANTÔMAS 104

XII. A TRICK ACCORDING TO FANDOR 115

XIII. JUVE'S STRATAGEM 122

XIV. BEFORE A TOMB 130

XV. THE TRAITOR'S APPRENTICESHIP 138

XVI. AT THE ELYSÉE BALL 149

XVII. IN THE STRONGHOLD OF THE ENEMY 158

XVIII. IN THE NAME OF THE LAW! 162

XIX. THE MYSTERIOUS ABBÉ 171

XX. MAN OR WOMAN 180

XXI. A CORDIAL UNDERSTANDING 187

XXII. HAVE THEY BOLTED? 195

XXIII. LONDON AND PARIS 204

XXIV. AN APPETISER AT ROBERT'S BAR 212

XXV. THE ARREST 218

XXVI. WILHELMINES'S SECRET 225

XXVII. THE TWO VINSONS 232

XXVIII. AT "THE CRYING CALF" 240

XXIX. "I AM TROKOFF" 246

XXX. APPALLING ACCUSATIONS 260

XXXI. A CARAVAN DRAMA 271

XXXII. FREE AND PRISONER 281

XXXIII. RECONCILIATION 292

XXXIV. A FANTÔMAS TRICK 298

XXXV. AT THE COUNCIL OF WAR 309

XXXVI. AMBASSADOR! 320

A NEST OF SPIES

I

SUDDEN DEATH

She sought in vain!

The young woman, who was finishing her toilette, lost patience. With a look of annoyance she half turned round, crying, "Well, Captain, it is easy to see that you are not accustomed to women's ways!"

This pretty girl's lover, a man about forty, with an energetic countenance, and a broad forehead adorned with sparse locks, was smoking a Turkish cigarette, taking his ease on a divan at the far end of the room.

He jumped up as if moved by a spring.

For some time the captain had followed with his eyes the gestures of his graceful mistress; like a good and attentive lover he guessed what she required. He rushed into the adjoining dressing room and returned with a little onyx cup in which was a complete assortment of pins.

"There, my pretty Bobinette!" he cried, coming up to the young woman. "This will put me into your good graces again."

She thanked him with a smile; took the needed pins from the cup, and quietly finished dressing.

Bobinette was a red haired beauty.