The Palace of Darkened Windows   By: Mary Hastings Bradley (-1976)

By MARY HASTINGS BRADLEY

AUTHOR OF "THE FAVOR OF KINGS"

ILLUSTRATED BY EDMUND FREDERICK

NEW YORK AND LONDON D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1914

[Frontispiece illustration: "'It is no use,' he repeated. 'There is no way out for you.'" (Chapter IV)]

TO MY HUSBAND

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. THE EAVESDROPPER II. THE CAPTAIN CALLS III. AT THE PALACE IV. A SORRY QUEST V. WITHIN THE WALLS VI. A GIRL IN THE BAZAARS VII. BILLY HAS HIS DOUBTS VIII. THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR IX. A DESPERATE GAME X. A MAID AND A MESSAGE XI. OVER THE GARDEN WALL XII. THE GIRL FROM THE HAREM XIII. TAKING CHANCES XIV. IN THE ROSE ROOM XV. ON THE TRAIL XVI. THE HIDDEN GIRL XVII. AT BAY XVIII. DESERT MAGIC XIX. THE PURSUIT XX. A FRIEND IN NEED XXI. CROSS PURPOSES XXII. UPON THE PYLON XXIII. THE BETTER MAN

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"'It is no use,' he repeated. 'There is no way out for you'" Frontispiece

"'I do not want to stay here'"

"He found himself staring down into the bright dark eyes of a girl he had never seen"

"Billy went to the mouth, peering watchfully out"

THE PALACE OF DARKENED WINDOWS

CHAPTER I

THE EAVESDROPPER

A one eyed man with a stuffed crocodile upon his head paused before the steps of Cairo's gayest hotel and his expectant gaze ranged hopefully over the thronged verandas. It was afternoon tea time; the band was playing and the crowd was at its thickest and brightest. The little tables were surrounded by travelers of all nations, some in tourist tweeds and hats with the inevitable green veils; others, those of more leisurely sojourns, in white serges and diaphanous frocks and flighty hats fresh from the Rue de la Paix.

It was the tweed clad groups that the crocodile vender scanned for a purchaser of his wares and harshly and unintelligibly exhorted to buy, but no answering gaze betokened the least desire to bring back a crocodile to the loved ones at home. Only Billy B. Hill grinned delightedly at him, as Billy grinned at every merry sight of the spectacular East, and Billy shook his head with cheerful convincingosity, so the crocodile merchant moved reluctantly on before the importunities of the Oriental rug peddler at his heels.

Then he stopped. His turbaned head, topped by the grotesque, glassy eyed, glistening toothed monster, revolved slowly as the Arab's single eye steadily followed a couple who passed by him up the hotel steps. Billy, struck by the man's intense interest, craned forward and saw that one of the couple, now exchanging farewells at the top of the steps, was a girl, a pretty girl, and an American, and the other was an officer in a uniform of considerable green and gold, and obviously a foreigner.

He might be any kind of a foreigner, according to Billy's lax distinctions, that was olive of complexion and very black of hair and eyes. Slender and of medium height, he carried himself with an assurance that bordered upon effrontery, and as he bowed himself down the steps he flashed upon his former companion a smile of triumph that included and seemed to challenge the verandaful of observers.