Produced by Al Haines. [Illustration: Cover art] [Illustration: Marjolaine] [Illustration: Title page] *Pomander Walk* by LOUIS N. PARKER AUTHOR OF ROSEMARY ILLUSTRATIONS by J. SCOTT WILLIAMS LONDON JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD MCMXII THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A. TO GEORGE C. TYLER FOR VALOUR [Illustration: Contents headpiece] *Contents* CHAPTER I. Concerning the Walk in General II. How Sir Peter Antrobus and Jerome Brooke-Hoskyn, Esquire, Smoked a Pipe Together III. Concerning Number Four and Who Lived in It IV. Concerning a Mysterious Lady and an Elderly Beau V. Concerning What You Have All Been Waiting For VI. In which Pomander Walk is not Quite Itself VII. Showing How History Repeats Itself VIII. Concerning a Great Conspiracy IX. In which Old Lovers Meet, and the Conspiracy Comes to a Head X. In Which the Mysterious Lady Reappears and Helps Jack to Vanish XI. Pomander Walk Takes a Dish of Tea XII. In which the Old Conspiracy is Triumphant and a New Conspiracy is Hatched XIII. In which Admiral Sir Peter Antrobus is More Determined Than Ever to Fire the Little Brass Gun XIV. In which Miss Barbara Pennymint Hears the Nightingale and the Lamps are Lighted XV. Showing How the Roundabout Road Leads Back to the Starting Point [Illustration: Illustrations headpiece] *Illustrations* Marjolaine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_ Jim—a very active old sailor in spite of his stiff leg She spent at least one hour with him every day, listening, as she told the sympathising Walk, to her dead lover’s voice "That’s right, Brooke! Do your duty, and —— the consequences!" The Reverend Jacob Sternroyd, D.D. Caroline Thring Mr. Jerome Brooke-Hoskyn at his ease "Let us sit quite still and think hard whether we’d like to meet again" "She placed her arm very tenderly over her shoulders and gently called her by name" "It’s enough to give a body the fantoddles—as my poor dear mother used to say" He started off like an alarm clock He seized him by the sleeve, and dragged him, bewildered and protesting, to the Gazebo As the sun came out, out came Mr. Jerome Brooke-Hoskyn, as resplendent as the sun The Eyesore seized the animal by the scruff of his neck and hurled him into the river Then he resumed. "Brooke," says he, "Brooke, my Boy"—just like that "Peter!" he cried, scandalised