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Author of "Mark Manning's Mission," "A Debt of Honor," "Bernard Brook's Adventures," "Ben Bruce," "Mark Mason's Victory," etc., etc.
[Illustration: "Who are you?" asked Cromwell. "I am the spirit of the boy you murdered," answered Robert. Page 176.
I. THE MYSTERIOUS CUSTOMER. 1 II. THE HOUSE IN TWENTY-NINTH STREET. 9 III. AN UNEXPECTED DISCOVERY. 17 IV. RALPH RAYMOND'S HEIR. 25 V. JAMES CROMWELL GAINS SOME INFORMATION. 33 VI. THE FACE AT THE FUNERAL. 41 VII. PAUL MORTON HAS A VISITOR. 49 VIII. JAMES CROMWELL'S TRIUMPH. 57 IX. HOW MATTERS WERE ARRANGED. 65 X. A VILLAINOUS SUGGESTION. 73 XI. GOLD VERSUS CRIME. 82 XII. ON GOAT ISLAND. 90 XIII. THE VEIL IS LIFTED. 99 XIV. CLARA MANTON. 107 XV. A DECLARATION, AND HOW IT WAS RECEIVED. 115 XVI. A MERCENARY PARENT. 123 XVII. LOVE AND LUCRE. 131 XVIII. A DARK DEED. 139 XIX. CATO. 147 XX. THE DAY AFTER. 155 XXI. MAJOR WOODLEY AND HIS DAUGHTER. 163 XXII. THE GHOST IN NO. 41. 171 XXIII. A STARTLING APPEARANCE. 180 XXIV. CONCLUSION. 188 WHITE-FACED DICK. 197 A BRUSH WITH THE CHINESE 215 A. L. Burt's Catalogue of Books for Young People by Popular Writers 1
A man of middle age, muffled up in an overcoat, got out of a Third Avenue car, just opposite a small drug shop. Quickly glancing up and down the street with a furtive look, as if he wished to avoid recognition from any passerby who might know him, he entered the shop.
It was a small shop, not more than twelve feet wide by eighteen deep. The only person in attendance was a young man approaching thirty years of age, his eyes and hair very light, and his features small and insignificant. He was the druggist's clerk, working on a small salary of ten dollars a week, and his name was James Cromwell.