The Sack of Monte Carlo: An Adventure of To-day

Our luggage stowed away and our cabin arrangements made (rather a tight fit we found it), I took Lucy on shore to show her round, or give her a walk rather, as it was nearly dar...

OF our flight down the Corniche and across the Italian frontier I do not propose to say much. Suffice it that, at a quiet spot before we reached Mentone, I found the opportunity...

BEHOLD me, then, in sexagenarian disguise, trudging back into Monte Carlo, with my mackintosh and umbrella. It was barely nine o’clock in the morning when I started; and, soon a...

BRENTIN was in “The French Horn” by a quarter to seven, and, rather to my surprise, he came alone. I thought Hines or Masters would surely have come with him; but no, he said, e...

I SOON began to see that, out of so conventional an atmosphere as Medworth Square, I was not likely to gather any great profit to my scheme; that, if my idea were ever to bear f...

I went off into a fit of laughter, and at last, with the silly, happy tears chasing one another like sheep down my face, I managed to tell her she was free now to go back to Wha...

VERY little remains to tell; but that little is of importance. Of our journey home together (my sister, Lucy, Bailey Thompson, Parsons, and I, the others sailing on board the ya...

THOUGH the idea to sack Monte Carlo did not occur to me till late in the year (in the September of which I first met Lucy Thatcher), I must first say something of my going down...

THE Bailey Thompson problem confronted us _in propriâ personâ_ that very same afternoon, the Thursday, at about half-past four, when, as we were some of us sitting outside the C...

I DON’T know that it would be altogether necessary to the course of the narrative of this work to say much about our visit to Ryde and the _Amaranth_ were it not that, while the...

NOW it was the very day we went down to “The French Horn” together that Mr. Brentin confessed to me how, in spite of our agreement as to keeping the affair a profound secret, he...

LUCY declares I have written enough about her, and now had better get on to the Monte Carlo part—who went with me, and why they went, and so on.

SO a few days passed, and, pleasantly idle though it all was, it began to be time for us to think seriously of our purport in being at Monte Carlo at all. Our party had very eas...

WHEN the band of brothers in the saloon on board the _Amaranth_ heard all, or rather so much as we thought fit delicately to tell them, they turned—collectively and individually...

NOW there was staying at our hotel, among other quiet people, a quiet old lady, whom, from her accent and the way she occasionally stumbled over an h, I took to be the widow of...

IT was a brilliant January day, mild and sunny, when Mr. Brentin, Parsons, and I were standing in the old bastion on the point of Monaco, straining our gaze for a glimpse of the...

AS August approached I began to feel apprehensive as to the right course to pursue with regard to Mabel Harker, my _fiancée_. I don’t want to say anything unkind about her here...

“THE very man!” cried Brentin. “Mr. Bailey Thompson, let me present you to my friends. You are just in time to give them assurance of the feasibility of the great scheme you and...

THERE was a piano-organ playing in front of Anglesey Lodge as I drove up; it was playing the old “Les Roses” waltz, and quite dramatic and affecting the music sounded as I impat...

FROM now right on to Christmas I lived in a constant hurry and ferment of excitement; for not only was I full of every sort of preparation for our adventure, but every day broug...

Bob Hines was gambling, as usual, but Brentin, Teddy, and I went down to the Condamine to meet them. Teddy and Brentin had had their row out in the morning, to which I had liste...

THE idea occurred to me, quite unexpectedly and unsought for, early one morning in bed; and, as ideas of such magnitude are valuable and scarce (at any rate, with me), it was no...

FRIDAY dawned, blue and auspicious, and soon after twelve Brentin and I called at his hotel to conduct the luckless Thompson on board the _Saratoga_. We had matured our little p...

IT was the 13th of October, as I very well remember, that, shortly after Mabel’s return to England from Switzerland, she wrote me an incoherent epistle, begging me to come up to...