The Fatal Glove
THE FATAL GLOVE by CLARA AUGUSTA Author of "The Rugg Documents," "Patience Pettigrew's Perplexities," etc. 1892 PART I. Arch Trevlyn had had a good day. Business had been brisk. The rain had fallen steadily since daybreak, and the street-crossings in New York were
ahead unchecked and take possession of the whole Western
Hemisphere. Don't you see the scheme?"
"Where is this extraordinary individual?" inquired the Foreign
Minister, completing his inspection of the table. "What has become of
him?" His thin voice was as evenly modulated as if he were asking
where he had put his other glove.
"Oh, probably at Boodle's or Brookes's lunching with some of his
friends," Underhill answered indifferently. "He left here only a short
time ago. And you need not be afraid, Sir Egbert," with a significant
glance. "A very careful eye is being kept upon his movements. We can
get him at any moment if we want him."
Graves nodded, and then went on meditatively.
"It is of course entirely irregular," he said, "but from what both of
you gentlemen tell me as to the nature of his credentials, there can
be little doubt that the man is here with the approval of his
Government, if not as an authorized representative. The sole question,
therefore, is whether or not he does possess such an invention or
discovery as he claims----"
"But can you doubt that?" demanded Underhill hotly.
"And whether," proceeded Sir Egbert without change of tone, "granting
THE FATAL GLOVE by CLARA AUGUSTA Author of "The Rugg Documents," "Patience Pettigrew's Perplexities," etc. 1892 PART I. Arch Trevlyn had had a good day. Business had been brisk. The rain had fallen steadily since daybreak, and the street-crossings in New York were