The Message

Only a woman can fathom another woman's mind. A man tries to think logically; a woman throws logic to the winds, and reads her opponent's tactics by intuition. Though Warden was...

When Warden came to his senses he found himself lying in impenetrable darkness. A half-formed belief that he was blind impelled him to put his hands to his face. Then he awoke t...

Evelyn's weekly letter from Scotland usually arrived by the mail-boat due at Ostend about three o'clock in the afternoon. Warden, sitting on the _plage_ among a cosmopolitan cro...

Warden's theatre-going that evening resolved itself into a stroll in the park and an early return to his chambers. Before going out, he had thrown a towel over the calabash, and...

Warden did not find Rabat so intolerable as the captain of the _Water Witch_ led him to believe. Its streets were more regular and cleaner, or less dirty, than those of the aver...

"Why has this war-drumming started? I heard it an hour ago down stream. Our engine was not running well, so the men got the paddles to work and we cracked on at top speed."

Evelyn, ferried across the harbor by a boat's crew from the warship, boarded the _Estremadura_ in almost regal state. The vessel's cabin accommodation was poor, but the English...

Fairholme was soon equipped with a rifle. He was crouching behind a wooden pillar close to Warden and Colville, when a Hausa who had incautiously exposed himself uttered a queer...

Warden, running the gauntlet of doorkeepers and other human watch-dogs, was finally ushered into the presence of an Under Secretary. To him he detailed his business, and, lackin...

Next day, her mind restored to its customary equipoise, Evelyn thought she would be acting wisely if she gave Warden some hint of recent developments. Too proud to ask for an ex...

Mr. Isidore David Baumgartner was in a state of high good humor. After wasting many hundreds of cartridges he had actually shot a driven grouse. True, the method of slaughter am...

On a moonlit night in January, Evelyn Dane was sitting in the veranda of the big English-looking hotel which has brought more than a hint of Brighton to the sea front of Las Pal...

He spoke aloud in his enthusiasm. A stout, elderly man who stood near--a man with "retired tradesman" writ large on face and figure--believed that the tall, spare-built yachtsma...

Curiosity, most potent of the primal instincts, conquered the girl's fear. As it happened, Warden was still kneeling. He sat back on his heels, rested the calabash against his k...

Peter, who was really fascinated by the carved face which drew the girl's attention in the first instance, suddenly kicked it and turned it upside down with his wooden leg. The...

"I do. And the less notice we attract during the next five minutes the better I shall be pleased. Bear away to the nearest yacht, and let me apologize for being late."

When Warden found that the expedition consisted of a hundred sailors and over three hundred Hausas, he was anxious that an advance should be made on Oku at once. The town lay in...