AUTHOR OF "THE SECRET HAND," "THE YELLOW STREAK," "THE RETURN OFCLUBFOOT," "THE ORANGE DIVAN," "CLUBFOOT THE AVENGER"
"The Man with the Clubfoot" is one of the most ingenious and sinistersecret agents in Europe. It is to him that the task is assigned ofregaining possession of an indiscreet letter written by the Kaiser.
Desmond Okewood, a young British officer with a genius for secretservice work, sets out to thwart this man and, incidentally, discoverthe whereabouts of his brother.
He penetrates into Germany disguised, and meets with many thrillingadventures before he finally achieves his mission.
In "The Man with the Clubfoot," Valentine Williams has written athrilling romance of mystery, love and intrigue, that in every sense ofthe word may be described as "breathless."
CHAPTER I I seek a Bed in Rotterdam
CHAPTER II The Cipher with the Invoice
CHAPTER III A Visitor in the Night
CHAPTER IV Destiny knocks at the Door
CHAPTER V The Lady of the Vos in't Tuintje
CHAPTER VI I board the Berlin Train and leave a Lame Gentleman on the Platform
CHAPTER VII In which a Silver Star acts as a Charm
CHAPTER VIII I hear of Clubfoot and meet his Employer
CHAPTER IX I encounter an old Acquaintance who leads me to a delightful Surprise
CHAPTER X A Glass of Wine with Clubfoot
CHAPTER XI Miss Mary Prendergast risks her Reputation
CHAPTER XII His Excellency the General is worried
CHAPTER XIII I find Achilles in his Tent
CHAPTER XIV Clubfoot comes to Haase's
CHAPTER XV The Waiter at the Café Regina
CHAPTER XVI A Hand-clasp by the Rhine
CHAPTER XVII Francis takes up the Narrative
CHAPTER XVIII I go on with the Story
CHAPTER XIX We have a Reckoning with Clubfoot
CHAPTER XX Charlemagne's Ride
CHAPTER XXI Red Tabs explains
The reception clerk looked up from the hotel register and shook his headfirmly. "Very sorry, saire," he said, "not a bed in ze house." And heclosed the book with a snap.
Outside the rain came down heavens hard. Every one who came into thebrightly lit hotel vestibule entered with a gush of water. I felt Iwould rather die than face the wind-swept streets of Rotterdam again.
I turned once more to the clerk who was now busy at the key-rack.
"Haven't you really a corner? I wouldn't min