ROSA MUNDI

A debt of honour
     I.—­Hope and the magician
    II.—­The visitor
   III.—­The friend in need
    IV.—­Her natural protector
     V.—­More than A friend
    VI.—­Her enemy
   VII.—­The scrape
  VIII.—­Before the race
    IX.—­The race
     X.—­The enemy’s terms
    XI.—­Without defence
   XII.—­The penalty
  XIII.—­The curse of the valley
   XIV.—­How the tale was told
    XV.—­The night of despair
   XVI.—­The coming of hope

The deliverer
     I.—­A promise of marriage
    II.—­A ring of value
   III.—­The honeymoon
    IV.—­A grievous wound
     V.—­A struggle for mastery
    VI.—­An offer of help
   VII.—­The deliverer
  VIII.—­After the accident
    IX.—­The end of A mystery
     X.—­Taken to task
    XI.—­Money’s not everything
   XII.—­Afterwards—­love

THE PREY OF THE DRAGON

The secret service man
     I.—­A tight place
    II.—­A broken friendship
   III.—­Derrick’s paradise
    IV.—­Carlyon defends himself
     V.—­A woman’s forgiveness
    VI.—­Fiend or king? 
   VII.—­The real colonel Carlyon
  VIII.—­The stranger on the veranda
    IX.—­A fight in the night
     X.—­Saved A second time
    XI.—­The secret out

THE PENALTY

Rosa Mundi

Was the water blue, or was it purple that day?  Randal Courteney stretched his lazy length on the shady side of the great natural breakwater that protected Hurley Bay from the Atlantic rollers, and wondered.  It was a day in late September, but the warmth of it was as a dream of summer returned.  The season was nearly over, or he had not betaken himself thither, but the spell of heat had prolonged it unduly.  It had been something of a shock to him to find the place still occupied by a buzzing crowd of visitors.  He never came to it till he judged the holidays to be practically over.  For he loved it only when empty.  His idea of rest was solitude.