Via Berlin

Topham sat down. He was a good-looking young fellow, soldierly and straight as a ramrod, but without the stiffness that usually goes with a military carriage. His tanned face an...

He found himself in the midst of a jolly laughing throng that crowded and pushed and hugged and kissed and wept a little sometimes, but that the most part gave itself up to a pe...

Topham woke the next day with a splitting headache and a slight but persistent nausea--about what might have been expected after his experience of the night before. The sea had...

In the waiting-room Topham made his farewells. Ferreira had gone to see after the baggage and the Baroness had fallen a little behind, so that the two were practically alone. Br...

“By Jove! Walter! I’m glad to see you.” Rutile sprang to his feet and hurried forward as Topham entered the office of the embassy. “How are you, old man?” he rattled on. “I hear...

The young man who flung into the embassy as if he owned it was small, round and jolly, with a twinkle in his eye that persisted even when, as at the moment in question, he was f...

Topham never remembered how he got through the next hour. He went from place to place with Risdon, talked and laughed, met men--some of them famous men, too--but he did it all m...

Topham and Rutile met at dinner that night, but neither touched on the subject that lay nearest the navy officer’s heart. Topham was slow to tell his feelings at any time, and i...

Topham’s heart was light as he approached the table of the new arrivals. Lillian Byrd was the last person he had expected to see in Berlin. He had supposed her 3000 miles away a...

The party of four started for the embassy on foot, taking their way to where the Charlottenburg Drive cut straight through the noble Thiergarten to the Branderberger Thor and th...

When Topham left Miss Byrd he went back to the American embassy. The hour was late and the windows were all dark and the rooms seemed deserted, and despite Rutile’s invitation f...

The attempted burglary at the American Embassy made quite a stir, not only in Berlin but in America. That it did not make a greater one was due to the fact that no one except Ru...

“Really.” Miss Byrd nodded. “Yes! I’m off tonight. My stay in Berlin has been delightful, largely because you have made it so, Mr. Rutile, but I hate to go. But business is busi...

“Say, Topham! I’m mighty glad to see you.” Stites, secretary of legation in Tokio, lifted his wine glass and leaned across the spotless cloth. “Mighty glad to see you. A glass o...

At last it was over. The intolerable evening had dragged itself to an end. Topham had laughed and joked and made merry far beyond his custom or his nature, trying to dull the st...

After Lillian Byrd and Topham had left Berlin, their relative importance in Rutile’s eyes underwent a gradual change. Anxious at first to hear from Miss Byrd chiefly because he...

With a disgusted grunt, McNew, editor and proprietor of the New York Gazette, flung himself back in his chair. He was impatient by nature, and since he had bought the Gazette an...

For the twentieth time Miss Eleanor Byrd peered out of the second story front window, and turned back with a sigh to where her aunt sat in the soft glow of the lamp.

As Miss Eleanor Byrd soon found, her duties as social secretary to Miss Pratt were no sinecure. The Pratts had been in Washington thirteen years, the Senator having just started...

Walter Topham was nearing San Francisco. His stay in Japan had been very brief. Long before he had had time to become acquainted with conditions in that country or to make certa...

Life was coming back again into Topham’s arm, and by main strength he forced his way through the crowd, making a path to the door for himself and the countess. Once through the...

Leeds of the Star was the first of a group to spy McNew as he swung past the pillared portico and turned down the asphalt walk to the office building. Leeds rubbed his eyes and...

Leaning alternately to right and to left to meet the roll of the ship, Ouro Preto made his way along the deck of the Southern Cross, his eyes fixed on a vacant chair by Lillian...

Dusk was falling when the torpedo boat Watson turned her nose seaward and sped away from Old Point with all the vigor of her quadruple expansion engines. Topham had climbed on b...

When Rutile ran down to Hamburg to see what he could learn about the gun-running expeditions that Lillian Byrd had warned him were leaving that port he had nothing in mind beyon...

Lillian Byrd kept in her cabin most of the day after she sent her dispatch to the Gazette, leaving it only for meals and slipping back to it the moment these were finished. Alth...

Through the night, full speed, with all lights extinguished, ran the Watson, her only guide the information contained in Rutile’s brief and indefinite message over the wireless....

But Topham laughed. “Not a word,” he said. “The situation is too ticklish. Do you know, young woman, that your respected chief, Mr. McNew, thought it so serious that he brought...

At eleven o’clock the next morning Topham, Rutile and Miss Byrd were ushered into the presence of the President. No train had been convenient, and the Watson had brought them al...