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XXVIII. A MIDNIGHT VISITOR 220 XXIX. “IT WAS MR. SABIN” 227 XXX. THE GATHERING OF THE WAR-STORM 234 XXXI. “I MAKE NO PROMISE” 242 XXXII. THE SECRET OF MR. SABIN’S NIECE 253 XXXIII. MR. SABIN TRIUMPHS 263 XXXIV. BLANCHE MERTON’S LITTLE PLOT 269 XXXV. A LITTLE GAME OF CARDS 276 XXXVI. THE MODERN RICHELIEU 287 XXXVII. FOR A GREAT STAKE 295 XXXVIII. THE MEN WHO SAVED ENGLAND 304 XXXIX. THE HEART OF THE PRINCESS 314 XL. THE WAY TO PAU 319 XLI. MR. AND MRS. WATSON OF NEW YORK 327 XLII. A WEAK CONSPIRATOR 333 XLIII. THE COMING OF THE “KAISER WILHELM” 341 XLIV. THE GERMANS ARE ANNOYED 346 XLV. MR. SABIN IN DANGER 353 XLVI. MR. WATSON IS ASTONISHED 358 XLVII. A CHARMED LIFE 363 XLVIII. THE DOOMSCHEN 368 XLIX. MR. SABIN IS SENTIMENTAL 374 L. A HARBOUR TRAGEDY 378 LI. THE PERSISTENCE OF FELIX 383 LII. MRS. JAMES B. PETERSON, OF LENOX 388

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MYSTERIOUS MR. SABIN

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CHAPTER I

A SUPPER PARTY AT THE “MILAN.”

“To all such meetings as these!” cried Densham, lifting his champagne glass from under the soft halo of the rose-shaded electric lights. “Let us drink to them, Wolfenden—Mr. Felix!”

“To all such meetings!” echoed his vis-à-vis, also fingering the delicate stem of his glass. “An excellent toast!”

“To all such meetings as these!” murmured the third man, who made up the little party. “A capital toast indeed!”

They sat at a little round table in the brilliantly-lit supper-room of one of London’s most fashionable restaurants. Around them were the usual throng of well dressed men, of women with bare shoulders and flashing diamonds, of dark-visaged waiters, deft, silent, swift-footed. The pleasant hum of conversation, louder and more unrestrained as the hour grew towards midnight, was varied by the popping of corks and many little trills of feminine laughter. Of discordant sounds there were none. The waiters’ feet fell noiselessly upon the thick carpet, the clatter of plates was a thing unheard of. From the balcony outside came the low, sweet music of a German orchestra played by master hands.

As usual the place was filled. Several late-comers, who had neglected to order their table beforehand, had already, after a disconsolate tour of the room, been led to one of