Mary Regan

It was opening night of the new bill at the Grand Alcazar; and Clifford, as he waited alone at a little table for his host, almost unconsciously searched through the great resta...

Suddenly all conjectures concerning Bradley were swept utterly from his mind. Down the gilded red-carpeted stairway that led from what the Grand Alcazar termed its “ballroom de...

Clifford’s first business was to make up for the opportunity he had just let slip, and find Mary Regan. At once he decided that his best source of information was her brother, “...

As Clifford went out it seemed to him, for the moment, that his efforts thus far had resulted only in bringing him into contact with affairs far removed from his main business....

Half an hour later Clifford entered the octagonal reception room at Police Headquarters and sent his name in to Commissioner Thorne. Word came back that Thorne was engaged and w...

Mary Regan stood in the dusk of her sitting-room, holding apart the velvet hangings of a window, and gazing far down at the quadruple line of motorcars which at this twilight wi...

Yes, he must prevent this marriage, he must block Loveman, he must find out Loveman’s plan, and he must do all quickly--but how? To warn the Mortons would achieve some of these...

The drowsy elevator boy carried Clifford to the eleventh floor, and Clifford rang Loveman’s bell. After a moment the door was opened by Loveman’s Japanese butler, to whom Cliffo...

Now that he had won, now that the marriage and Loveman’s plans were potentially blocked, there should have been a let-down from Clifford’s long strain. But there was not. The se...

The hour was eleven-thirty of that same night. Clifford sat in the Gold Room at the Grantham, and kept a careful eye upon the proceedings across the great room at the little cor...

Clifford walked out of the Grantham in deep thought. Mary had realized her situation, she had acted promptly. But what was her plan?--for undoubtedly she had evolved a plan duri...

There were at least four persons that Clifford knew it was desirable to keep under surveillance--Bradley, Peter Loveman, Mr. Morton, and Hilton; but the professional ladies’ man...

All thought of the sickly-smiling Loveman, and all his ironic jocularity, slipped from Clifford as he stepped back into the graver situation which existed in the drawing-room. T...

Clifford had just gone, and Mary now sat alone in the ornate drawing-room which for a brief week she had occupied as “Mrs. Grayson,” and considered rapidly the situation in whic...

At half-past ten Mary rang at the door of Maisie Jones. Her plan for beginning their acquaintance was very simple, merely the adaptation of an ancient device belonging to her pa...

Loveman had been gone no more than fifteen minutes, and Mary was thinking upon her plans, balancing this prospect against that danger, when her telephone began to ring. She took...

Mary sat on the bed in the bedroom of her suite, trying to moderate Jack, who had furtively stolen up five minutes before in response to her telephone summons. The stage was set...

“U’m. She didn’t seem to know just what to make of the scene--but I don’t believe she suspected anything. You carried it all off mighty well,--Mrs. Gardner,--mighty well; in fac...

Mary awoke with a start to certain practical and immediate dangers of her situation. Mr. Morton knew she was here at the Grantham, and so did Peter Loveman; whatever she might d...

When Clifford left her, though still amazed at the task she had set him, he was more occupied with a new possibility--Life worked so strangely!--that had come upon him during th...

Monsieur Le Bain, proprietor of the Grand Alcazar, was a man of ideas and was by way of being a bit of a monopolist in his chosen business. But he was careful not to be his own...

Mary, gazing at that little door, was, for all her composed exterior, sick of soul: contrary emotions and impulses clashed within her. A fury suddenly possessed her. She had los...

As the taxi-cab spun northward through the two-o’clock streets, Clifford continued to gaze at the taut figure of Mary Regan, and at her white, set face. It had certainly been an...

When Clifford saw Loveman leave the apartment house and cross rapidly to his cab, he waited to see no more. His next move, as he had planned it, was based upon conjecture, and i...

The next day the first open move in this struggle was made--a minor development, perhaps signifying no more in the unfolding of events than their delay. Clifford learned of it w...

A tiny dressing-room opened off this very private supper-room, and into this they moved Jack and drew the curtains. Then the two men sat down and in a silence which had as its b...

He turned back on Morton, and spoke in the same dominating voice. “And _you_, Mr. Morton--I told you a little while ago that there was just one thing that might save Jack. Miss...

For an hour--two hours--Clifford continued to stand in the shadowy doorway near the entrance of the Midnight Café. Presently Mary came down, Jack with her. The light drug which...

Monsieur Le Bain, from catering to the reckless rich and to spendthrifts who had large sums that abode with them for a flitting month or so, and to monied persons about whose ch...

For a minute or more, after he had seen Loveman go up the high stoop of Le Bain’s dark-windowed house, Clifford had stood with Uncle George in the shadow across the deserted str...

Mary Regan had drawn nearer the table, and pale, her figure tense, she was gazing fixedly at Jack--waiting. Jack was gazing back sheepishly, stubbornly,--and Nina Cordova and Na...

But Clifford dared wait no longer for his reinforcements--and he dared not shoot, with Mary standing between him and his most-desired target, Bradley. He sprang through the curt...

Over the black, oiled boulevard that reaches, with many tributaries and parallels, from Manhattan’s Fifty-ninth Street Bridge to the twin points of Long Island, Jack Morton’s ne...

There was again a long silence. Clifford’s heart leaped strangely at Morton’s announcement, as perhaps hearts should not at words of death. Then Mr. Morton spoke once more, stil...