Out of Russia

The professor was pottering about his laboratory. He called it a laboratory, this work-room down in New Jersey, where he was peacefully ending his days, but it was not such in t...

Alston Caruth lived in the Chimneystack Building. When he returned to his apartments at midnight on the day of Gorloff’s visit to Professor Shishkin, he found Marie Fitzhugh, ag...

Slowly Caruth regained his balance. The valet’s deferential plea came like a tonic to his overstrung nerves. Nothing was more natural than that Wilkins should have had a letter...

Recklessly Caruth plunged down the half-lighted steps. The elevator had stopped running, and, in any event, he had no time to wait for elevators. Down he sped, past tight-shut d...

After all, matters went off very quietly. The murder of James Wilkins caused a surprisingly small sensation. Circumstances were against it. A prominent statesman had just denoun...

The event that had driven Caruth to seek Bristow’s aid was the appearance of a man who called himself Tom Wilkins and claimed to be a brother of the deceased valet.

The Women’s Hotel of New York is sacred to the unattended woman. The clerks and the cooks are women; women wait on the tables; and women convey characteristically feminine trunk...

As the clock struck ten the next morning, Caruth, with Tom Wilkins at his heels, stepped from the elevator in the Chimneystack Building and walked to the great entrance. Just as...

Professor Shishkin spent the next ten days after Maxime’s cataclysmal visit in worrying over what he had to do and in trying to devise some way of eluding at least that part of...

Bristow and the Professor had been waiting at the stage door for only a few minutes when men and women, singly or in twos or threes, began to dribble through the gates and lose...

Baron Demidroff, chief of the third section of the Russian police, the dreaded secret police, pondered this sentiment as he sat in the office of his immediate superior, the Mini...

Besides Caruth, it carried Marie Fitzhugh, Professor Shishkin, his pretended daughter, Thomas Wilkins, and several bewhiskered individuals whose names ended in _ski_ or _vitch_....

Black and high, the islands of the Aland Archipelago rise out of the Baltic. All winter long they lie bound about with ice. With the spring, the ice, borne southward by the waki...

“Gee!” she remarked. “Me for the breakaway. These high-brows gets on me nerves. Let’s see the town--even if it ain’t all to the giddy, it’s better than the old boat. Gee! but it...

Three days after Florence’s adventure at the church, that young woman sat on the quarter-deck of the _Sea Spume_, gazing with unseeing eyes over the lapping water which the desc...

That night the wreck was found. Seated in the cabin, close beside the telephone that led over the side down to the divers toiling beneath the darkening water, Caruth received th...

At full speed and without lights, the _Sea Spume_ rushed through the darkness, threading her way among the islands by the faint light of the stars reflected from the dancing wat...

Thirty-six hours later the _Sea Spume_ lay in harbor at St. Petersburg, and Caruth had told his story to the American _Chargé d’Affaires_, who was conducting matters in the abse...

Friday, the 13th of June, one week after the day the _Sea Spume_ had scurried into St. Petersburg, came without making any apparent change in the situation. Nothing had been lea...

Bristow’s efforts to secure Caruth an audience before the Inner Circle proved more successful than the reporter had dared to hope. His request, once started on its way, was tran...

As the train drew away from Gatchina, Caruth drew a long breath of relief. Running express, it would make no stops on the way to St. Petersburg, scarcely an hour distant, and li...

It is one thing to embark on adventure and another thing to carry it through. Though the first step costs more than any other one step, it does not cost more than the aggregate...

Neither Florence nor the Professor was as much surprised at seeing the other as might have been expected, and this for the very simple reason that neither knew that the other ha...

Consciousness struggled back to Caruth slowly, but it came at last. All about him was the roar of a great passenger station, the murmur of voices, the tramp of feet, the banging...

Baron Demidroff entered the office of the Embassy jauntily. Things were coming his way. He had found the Princess and gotten her on his side, and he would soon recover the _Orkn...

If Florence had delayed her flight from Helsingfors a day longer, she would probably not have gone at all. At practically the same moment at which she arrived at St. Petersburg,...

Driven by twin propellers, the _Sea Spume_ raced westward, bearing happy souls released from the suspense of the past month. Caruth had found a wife; Professor Shishkin, a daugh...