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by The Golden Spaniard


  “No, Rex, no!”

  De Richleau roused himself and sighed. “As she was shot she fell over the precipice. I saw her body afterwards. There was no mistaking her lovely golden hair.”

  “He fooled you too, then,” Marie-Lou cried excitedly. “Cristoval’s own men adored him. They reported to Mudra that he’d committed suicide while he was busy rigging Lucretia out in a fresh disguise.”

  “Disguise?” echoed Richard, light dawning in his mind.

  “Yes. She didn’t know then that he meant to take her place. A man called Sandoval smuggled her out of the monastery just before dawn and she was passing the foot of the cliff when Cristoval’s body came hurtling down within fifty yards of her. They were much of a height and to change her appearance he’d cut off her hair. It was the sight of her own hair, made up as a rough wig, and the oilskins on the body that told her what he’d done.”

  “Holy snakes!” Rex cried. “She’s safe, then?”

  “She’s down in my cabin, utterly prostrated by Cristoval’s death.”

  Then a strange thing happened. In the ensuing silence, broken only by the hum of the yacht’s engines as she turned towards the Straits of Gibraltar and home, there came a fierce rasping sob. De Richleau, the iron man, had suddenly broken down. With a gasp that was half a moan he stood up, lurched towards the companion-way and staggered down it.

  His friends stared after him in amazement, and Richard exclaimed, “Well, I’m damned! For weeks past I’ve known he was in love with her, but I’d no idea he’d got it as badly as all that.”

  Marie-Lou reached up and put her arms round his neck. “You dear, stupid darling. Haven’t you realized it yet? I think I guessed from the very beginning, and when I saw her grey eyes last night I knew. Lucretia-José is his daughter.”

  Albergo Cappuccini,

  Amalfi,

  Italy.

  8 St. John’s Wood Park,

  London,

  England.

  the end

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One – A Debt of Honour

  Chapter Two – The Duke has a Very Queer Experience

  Chapter Three – A Most Unexpected Encounter

  Chapter Four – The Most Dangerous Woman in Europe

  Chapter Five – The Other Side of the Picture

  Chapter Six – The First Round

  Chapter Seven – The Duke Makes Soup, but not for Supper.

  Chapter Eight – Don Lluis Turns Burglar

  Chapter Nine – The Succession of Culs de Sac

  Chapter Ten – Death in Madrid

  Chapter Eleven – The Price of Secrecy

  Chapter Twelve – The Storm Breaks

  Chapter Thirteen – The Miracle

  Chapter Fourteen – Lady in Distress

  Chapter Fifteen – Night of Horror

  Chapter Sixteen – When Greek Meets Greek

  Chapter Seventeen- Escape to Trouble

  Chapter Eighteen – The Militiaman’s Bride

  Chapter Nineteen – Back into the Maelstrom

  Chapter Twenty – Just Sheer Bad Luck

  Chapter Twenty-one – Out of the Frying Pan Into the Fire

  Chapter Twenty-two – Out of the Fire Into the Boiling Oil

  Chapter Twenty-three – The Blood Bath of Madrid

  Chapter Twenty-four – The House of Mental Death

  Chapter Twenty-five – The Scarlet Pimpernel of the Spanish Revolution

  Chapter Twenty-six – De Richleau Speaks of Other Things than War

  Chapter Twenty-seven – The Cat Jumps out of the Bag

  Chapter Twenty-eight – The Treasure Hunt Begins

  Chapter Twenty-nine – Armistice for Two

  Chapter Thirty – The Break for Home

  Chapter Thirty-one – Plot and Counter Plot

  Chapter Thirty-two – Dark Stars in the Ascendant

  Chapter Thirty-three – One Must Die

  Chapter Thirty-four – Simon Aron goes to War

  Chapter Thirty-five – Who Goes Home?

 

 

 


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