Initials Only

Initials Only, by Anna Katharine
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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