Initials Only

Anna Katharine Green
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Initials Only, by Anna Katharine Green

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Title: Initials Only
Author: Anna Katharine Green
Release Date: August, 1999 [EBook #1857] [This file was last updated on March 20, 2003]
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Language: English
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Initials Only
by Anna Katharine Green

CONTENTS
BOOK I
AS SEEN BY TWO STRANGERS
I POINSETTIAS
II "I KNOW THE MAN"
III THE MAN
IV SWEET LITTLE MISS CLARKE
V THE RED CLOAK
VI INTEGRITY
VII THE LETTERS
VIII STRANGE DOINGS FOR GEORGE
IX THE INCIDENT OF THE PARTLY LIFTED SHADE
BOOK II
AS SEEN BY DETECTIVE SWEETWATER
X A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION
XI ALIKE IN ESSENTIALS
XII Mr. GRYCE FINDS AN ANTIDOTE FOR OLD AGE
XIII TIME, CIRCUMSTANCE, AND A VILLAIN'S HEART
XIV A CONCESSION
XV THAT'S THE QUESTION
XVI OPPOSED
XVII IN WHICH A BOOK PLAYS LEADING
PART
XVIII WHAT AM I TO DO NOW?
XIX THE DANGER MOMENT
XX CONFUSION
XXI A CHANGE
XXII O. B. AGAIN
BOOK III
THE HEART OF MAN
XXIII DORIS
XXIV SUSPENSE
XXV THE OVAL HUT
XXVI SWEETWATER RETURNS
XXVII THE IMAGE OF DREAD
XXVIII I HOPE NEVER TO SEE THAT MAN
XXIX DO YOU KNOW MY BROTHER?
XXX CHAOS
XXXI WHAT IS HE MAKING?
XXXII TELL ME, TELL IT ALL
XXXIII ALONE!
XXXIV THE HUT CHANGES ITS NAME
XXXV SILENCE--AND A KNOCK
XXXVI THE MAN WITHIN AND THE MAN WITHOUT
XXXVII HIS GREAT HOUR
XXXVIII NIGHT
XXXIX THE AVENGER
XL DESOLATE
XLI FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING
XLII AT SIX

BOOK I
AS SEEN BY TWO STRANGERS

I
"A remarkable man!"
It was not my husband speaking, but some passerby. However, I looked up at George with a smile, and found him looking down at me with much the same humour. We had often spoken of the odd phrases one hears in the street, and how interesting it would be sometimes to hear a little more of the conversation.
"That's a case in point," he laughed, as he guided me through the crowd of theatre-goers which invariably block this part of Broadway at the hour of eight. "We shall never know whose eulogy we have just heard. 'A remarkable man!' There are not many of them."
"No," was my somewhat indifferent reply. It was a keen winter night and snow was packed upon the walks in a way to throw into sharp relief the figures of such pedestrians as happened to be walking alone. "But it seems to me that, so far as general appearance goes, the one in front answers your description most admirably."
I pointed to a man hurrying around the corner just ahead of us.
"Yes, he's remarkably well built. I noticed him when he came out of the Clermont." This was a hotel we had just passed.
"But it's not only that. It's his height, his very striking features, his expression--" I stopped suddenly, gripping George's arm convulsively in a surprise he appeared to share. We had turned the corner immediately behind the man of whom we were speaking and so had him still in full view.
"What's he doing?" I asked, in a low whisper. We were only a few feet behind. "Look! look! don't you call that curious?"
My husband stared, then uttered a low, "Rather." The man ahead of us, presenting in every respect the appearance of a gentleman, had suddenly stooped to the kerb and was washing his hands in the snow, furtively, but with a vigour and purpose which could not fail to arouse the strangest conjectures in any chance onlooker.
"Pilate!" escaped my lips, in a sort of nervous chuckle. But George shook his head at me.
"I don't like it," he muttered, with unusual gravity. "Did you see his face?" Then as the man rose and hurried away from us down the street, "I should like to follow him. I do believe--"
But here we became aware of a quick rush and sudden clamour around the corner we had just left, and turning quickly, saw that something had occurred on Broadway which was fast causing a tumult.
"What's the matter?" I cried. "What can have happened? Let's go see, George. Perhaps it has something to do with our man."
My husband, with a final glance down the
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