Then he burst into a peal of laughter. I had found my gay Rouletabille again and I was anxious to know the reason for this hilarity. “Why, I’m going, old man!” he exclaimed. “I’m going to start immediately! When things begin to come like this, it’s a little different. I shall take the train to-night.” “Where to?” “To St. Petersburg.” He handed me the letter and I read: “We know, monsieur, that your paper has decided to send you to Russia, on account of the incidents which are at this time disturbing the court of Turkoie-Selo. _We are obliged to warn you that you will not reach St. Petersburg alive._ “(Signed) “THE CENTRAL REVOLUTIONARY COMMITTEE.” I looked at Rouletabille, whose eyes were shining with delight. “Prince Galitch was at the station,” I remarked. He understood me and shrugging his shoulders indifferently, he repeated: “Ah, now, old fellow, this begins to be amusing!” And this was all that I could get out of him, in spite of my protestations. And that night when, at the Northern station, I put my arms around him and begged him not to go, the tears in my eyes as I spoke--he laughed again and repeated: “This is just beginning to be amusing!” And that was his farewell. The following day I took up the work which was waiting for me at the Palace. The first of my colleagues whom I saw were MM. Henri-Robert and Andre Hesse. “Did you have a pleasant holiday?” they asked me. “Delightful!” I responded. But I made such a grimace as I spoke that they both dragged me off to take a drink with them. THE END THE GREAT HISTORICAL NOVEL ON NAPOLEON BONAPARTE =The God of Clay= _By_ H. C. BAILEY With illustrations by ALEC C. BALL _12mo, Cloth, $1.50_ This is a remarkable historical novel with Napoleon Bonaparte for its hero. Mr. Bailey writes of the times when the spirit of man, long cheated and chained, broke fiercely forth and swept the old tyrant powers away, and made France a clean land where freemen can live. Out of chaos men cried for order and law. And then came Napoleon--the brain of a god and a mean man’s heart. Of Napoleon, of the men and women who loved him sometimes, the author writes in this book; how their lines crossed and clashed under the fool’s tyranny of Old France amid the rushing, murderous mad pageant of the Terror, and again, and yet again, when Napoleon had won power and glory and worship and hate and pity. Mr. H. C. Bailey’s book is a masterpiece; perhaps one of the very great historical novels of modern days. BRENTANO’S Fifth Avenue and Twenty-seventh Street, New York _The Great Detective Story from the French_ =THE MYSTERY OF THE YELLOW ROOM= _By_ GASTON LEROUX 12mo, Cloth, $1.50