Mr. Marx's SecretOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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Mr. Marx's Secret
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
XXIX.--A Dinner Party Sub-rosa 169
XXX.--Écarté with Mr. Fothergill 174
XXXI.--A Startling Discovery 182
XXXII.--Forestalled 190
XXXIII.--A Gleam of Light 195
XXXIV.--Dr. Schofield's Opinion 199
XXXV.--An Invitation 204
XXXVI.--A Metamorphosis 209
XXXVII.--Mr. Marx is Wanted 218
XXXVIII.--I Accept a Mission 223
XXXIX.--My Ride 225
XL.--My Mission 229
XLI.--The Count de Cartienne 232
XLII.--News of Mr. Marx 240
XLIII.--About Town 246
XLIV.--A Midnight Excursion to the Suburbs 252
XLV.--A Mysterious Commission 258
XLVI.--A Brush with the Police 261
XLVII.--Light at Last 264
XLVIII.--A Page of History 269
XLIX.--I will Go Alone 278
L.--I Meet my Father 280
LI.--Dawn 284
LII.--Where is Mr. Marx? 287
LIII.--Messrs. Higgenson and Co. 293
LIV.--A Raid 299
LV.--The Mystery of Mr. Marx 304
LVI.--The End of It 308
MR. MARX'S SECRET
CHAPTER I.
NEWS FROM THE PACIFIC.
My home was a quaint, three-storeyed, ivy-clad farmhouse in a Midland
county. It lay in a hollow, nestled close up against Rothland Wood, the
dark, close-growing trees of which formed a picturesque background to the
worn greystone whereof it was fashioned.
In front, just across the road, was the boundary-wall of Ravenor Park,
with its black fir spinneys, huge masses of lichen-covered rock, clear
fish-ponds, and breezy hills, from the summits of which were visible the
sombre grey towers of Ravenor Castle, standing out with grim, rugged
boldness against the sky.
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