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The Secret Mark An Adventure Story for Girls
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Title: The Secret Mark
An Adventure Story for Girls
Author: Roy J. Snell
Release Date: January 13, 2013 [eBook #41837]
Language: English
Character set encoding: UTF-8
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The man sprang back in fear—Chapter XII.
The
Secret Mark
By
ROY J. SNELL
The Reilly & Lee Co.
Chicago
Printed in the United States of America
Copyright, 1923
by
The Reilly & Lee Co.
All Rights Reserved
CONTENTS
- CHAPTER PAGE
- I A Mysterious Visitor 7
- II Elusive Shakespeare 19
- III The Gargoyle 30
- IV What the Gargoyle Might Tell 40
- V The Papier-Mache Lunch Box 50
- VI “One Can Never Tell” 62
- VII The Vanishing Portland Chart 73
- VIII What Was In the Papier-Mache Lunch Box 81
- IX Shadowed 94
- X Mysteries of the Sea 102
- XI Lucile Shares Her Secret 111
- XII The Trial By Fire 121
- XIII In the Mystery Room at Night 131
- XIV A Strange Request 138
- XV A Strange Journey 143
- XVI Night Visitors 155
- XVII A Battle in the Night 166
- XVIII Frank Morrow Joins in the Hunt 176
- XIX Lucile Solves No Mystery 190
- XX “That Was the Man” 199
- XXI A Theft in the Night 211
- XXII Many Mysteries 218
- XXIII Inside the Lines 228
- XXIV Secrets Revealed 235
- XXV Better Days 242
The Secret Mark
CHAPTER I
A MYSTERIOUS VISITOR
Lucile Tucker’s slim, tapered fingers trembled slightly as she rested them against a steel-framed bookcase. She had paused to steady her shaken nerves, to collect her wits, to determine what her next move should be.
“Who can it be?” her madly thumping heart kept asking her.
And, indeed, who, besides herself, could be in the book stacks at this hour of the night?
About her, ranging tier on tier, towering from floor to ceiling, were books, thousands on thousands of books. The two floors above were full of books. The two below were the same. This place was a perfect maze of books. It was one of the sections of a great library, the library of one of the finest universities of the United States.
In all this vast “city of books” she had thought herself quite alone.
It was a ghostly hour. Midnight. In the towers the great clock had slowly struck. Besides the striking of the clock there had been but a single sound: the click of an electric light snapped on. There had instantly gleamed at her feet a single ray of light. That light had traveled beneath many tiers of