Produced by Al Haines The Spy in Black BY J. STORER CLOUSTON AUTHOR OF 'THE LUNATIC AT LARGE,' ETC. William Blackwood and Sons Edinburgh and London 1917 _ALL RIGHTS RESERVED_ BY THE SAME AUTHOR. TWO'S TWO. THE LUNATIC AT LARGE. THE ADVENTURES OF M. D'HARICOT. OUR LADY'S INN. GAR-MISCATH. THE PRODIGAL FATHER. THE PEER'S PROGRESS. HIS FIRST OFFENCE. CONTENTS. PART I. THE NARRATIVE OF LIEUTENANT VON BELKE (OF THE GERMAN NAVY). TOC I. THE LANDING II. NIGHT IN THE RUINED HOUSE III. BEHIND THE WALL IV. THE NAILS V. WAITING ETOC PART II. A FEW CHAPTERS BY THE EDITOR. TOC I. THE PLEASANT STRANGER II. THE CHAUFFEUR III. ON THE CLIFF IV. MR DRUMMOND'S VISITOR V. ON THE MAIL BOAT VI. THE VANISHING GOVERNESS ETOC PART III. LIEUTENANT VON BELKE'S NARRATIVE RESUMED. TOC I. THE MEETING II. TIEL'S STORY III. THE PLAN IV. WHAT HAPPENED ON SUNDAY V. A MYSTERIOUS ADVENTURE VI. THE VISITOR VII. AT NIGHT VIII. THE DECISION IX. ON THE SHORE ETOC PART IV. LIEUTENANT VON BELKE'S NARRATIVE CONCLUDED. TOC I. WEDNESDAY II. THURSDAY III. THURSDAY NIGHT IV. FRIDAY ETOC PART V. A FEW CONCLUDING CHAPTERS BY THE EDITOR, TOC I. TIEL'S JOURNEY II. THE LADY III. THE EMPTY ENVELOPE ETOC PART I. THE NARRATIVE OF LIEUTENANT VON BELKE (OF THE GERMAN NAVY) I. THE LANDING. If any one had been watching the bay that August night (which, fortunately for us, there was not), they would have seen up till an hour after midnight as lonely and peaceful a scene as if it had been some inlet in Greenland. The war might have been waging on another planet. The segment of a waning moon was just rising, but the sky was covered with clouds, except right overhead where a bevy of stars twinkled, and it was a dim though not a dark night. The sea was as flat and calm as you can ever get on an Atlantic coast--a glassy surface, but always a gentle regular bursting of foam upon the beach. In a semicircle the shore rose black, towering at either horn (and especially on the south) into high dark cliffs. I suppose a bird or two may have been crying then as they were a little later, but there was not a light nor a sign of anything human being within a hundred miles. If one of the Vikings who used to live in those islands had revisited that particular glimpse of the moon, he could never have guessed that his old haunts had altered a tittle. But if he had waited a while he would have rubbed his eyes and wondered. Right between the headlands he would have seen it dimly:--a great thing that was not a fish rising out of the calm water, and then very stealthily creeping in and in towards the southern shore.