The Bomb-Makers Being Some Curious Records Concerning the Craft and Cunning of Theodore Drost, an Enemy Alien in London, Together with Certain Revelations Regarding His Daughter Ella

"Do get rid of the girl! Can't you see that she's highly dangerous!" whispered the tall, rather overdressed man as he glanced furtively across the small square shop set with lit...

"There! Is it not a very neat little toy, my dear Ernst?" asked Theodore Drost, speaking in German, dressed in his usual funereal black of a Dutch pastor, as everyone believed h...

A bank of dense fog hung over the Thames early on that December morning. The bell of St Paul's Church, at Hammersmith, had struck two o'clock when across the long suspension-bri...

In the yellow sunshine of a bright and cloudless autumn afternoon, Ella Drost descended from her motor-cycle at a remote spot where four roads crossed at a place called Pittsgat...

"I feel confident of it. The Count is furious at the failure of the conspiracy against Mr Merton Mansfield. He came to see father last night. I did not gather much, as I had to...

Two men sat in a big, handsome dining-room in one of the finest houses in Park Lane. One was Theodore Drost, dressed in his usual garb of a Dutch pastor. A look of satisfaction...