The Lion's Mouse

								


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THE LION'S MOUSE
by
C. N. & A. M. WILLIAMSON
Frontispiece By Harry Stacey Benton

Garden City New York
Doubleday, Page & Company
1919
Copyright, 1919, by
C. N. & A. M. Williamson
All Rights Reserved, Including That of Translation into Foreign
Languages, Including the Scandinavian

CONTENTS

       I. THE LION



      II. THE NET



     III. THE MOUSE



      IV. THE MURMUR OF THE STORM



       V. ON THE WAY TO THE CAR



      VI. THE PARCEL WITH THE GOLD SEALS



     VII. THE QUEEN'S PEARLS



    VIII. BEVERLEY TALKS



      IX. THE BLUFF THAT FAILED



       X. THE BLUFF THAT WON



      XI. O'REILLY'S WAISTCOAT POCKET



     XII. THE HORIZONTAL PANEL



    XIII. "THERE CAN BE NO BARGAIN"



     XIV. THE STONE COPING



      XV. THE NUMBER SEVENTEEN



     XVI. A QUOTATION FROM SHAKESPEARE



    XVII. THE MYSTERY OF THE BOUDOIR



   XVIII. DEFEAT



     XIX. THE BROWN TRUNK



      XX. MURDER



     XXI. "KIT!"



    XXII. THE VOICE THAT DID NOT SEEM STRANGE



   XXIII. "WHAT'S DONE CAN'T BE UNDONE"



    XXIV. ROGER'S APPOINTMENT AT THE CLUB



     XXV. KRANTZ'S KELLER



    XXVI. THE GIRL IN PINK



   XXVII. WHEN BEVERLEY CAME HOME


XXVIII. MR. JONES OF PEORIA



    XXIX. ACCORDING TO THE MORNING PAPERS



     XXX. WHAT CLO DID WITH A KNIFE



    XXXI. THE NINE DAYS



   XXXII. "STEPHEN'S DEAD!"


XXXIII. THE PATCH ON THE PILLOW



   XXXIV. TRAPPED



    XXXV. THE TIME LIMIT OF HOPE



   XXXVI. "WE DO THINGS QUICKLY OVER HERE"


XXXVII. THE TELEGRAM


XXXVIII. WHO IS STEPHEN?



   XXXIX. ON THE ROAD TO NEWPORT

THE LION'S MOUSE

I
THE LION

Roger Sands had steel-gray eyes, a straight black line of brows drawn
low and nearly meeting above them, thick black hair lightly powdered
with silver at the temples, and a clean-shaven, aggressive chin. He had
the air of being hard as nails. Most people, including women, thought
him hard as nails. He thought it of himself, and gloried in his armour,
never more than on a certain September day, when resting in the Santa Fé
Limited, tearing back to New York after a giant's tussle in California.
But--it was hot weather, and he had left the stateroom door open.
Everything that followed came--from this.
Suddenly he became conscious of a perfume, and saw a woman hovering,
rather than standing, at the door. At his look she started away, then