Produced by Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images available at The Internet Archive) [The chapters in the original book pass from CHAPTER FIVE to CHAPTER SEVEN; there is no chapter numbered SIX. A list of typographical errors corrected follows the etext. (note of etext transcriber)] UNDER COVER [Illustration: HE FOUND DENBY’S GUN UNDER HIS NOSE. Frontispiece. _See page 266_.] UNDER COVER BY ROI COOPER MEGRUE NOVELIZED BY WYNDHAM MARTYN WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY WILLIAM KIRKPATRICK [Illustration] BOSTON LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY 1914 _Copyright_, _1914_, BY ROI COOPER MEGRUE AND LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. _All rights reserved_ Published August, 1914 THE COLONIAL PRESS C. H. SIMONDS CO., BOSTON, U. S. A. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS HE FOUND DENBY’S GUN UNDER HIS NOSE _Frontispiece_ HE TURNED TO AMY. “YOUNG WOMAN, YOU’RE UNDER ARREST” PAGE 105 “DO MAKE ANOTHER BREAK SOMETIME, WON’T YOU--DICK?” 186 “NOW WE UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER,” HE SAID. “HERE’S YOUR MONEY” 288 UNDER COVER CHAPTER ONE Paris wears her greenest livery and puts on her most gracious airs in early summer. When the National Fete commemorative of the Bastille’s fall has gone, there are few Parisians of wealth or leisure who remain in their city. Trouville, Deauville, Etretat and other pleasure cities claim them and even the bourgeoisie hie them to their summer villas. The city is given up to those tourists from America and England whom Paris still persists in calling _Les Cooks_ in memory of that enterprising blazer of cheap trails for the masses. Your true Parisian and the stranger who has stayed within the city’s gates to know her well, find themselves wholly out of sympathy with the eager crowds who follow beaten tracks and absorb topographical knowledge from guide-books. Monty Vaughan was an American who knew his Paris in all months but those two which are sacred to foreign travelers, and it irritated him one blazing afternoon in late July to be persistently mistaken for a tourist and offered silly useless toys and plans of the Louvre. The _camelots_, those shrewd itinerant merchants of the Boulevards, pestered him continually. These excellent judges of human nature saw in him one who lacked the necessary harshness to drive them away and made capital of his good nature. He was a slim, pleasant-looking man of five and twenty, to whom the good things of this world had been vouchsafed, with no effort on his part to obtain them; and in spite of this he preserved a certain frank and boyish charm which had made him popular all his life.