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Title: A Queen's Error

Author: Henry Curties

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Language: English

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A QUEEN'S ERROR

by

CAPTAIN HENRY CURTIES

Author of

"The Blood Bond" "The Idol of the King"
"Tears of Angels" "The Queen's Gate Mystery"
"Out of the Shadows" Etc. Etc.

London
F. V. White & Co. Ltd.
17 Buckingham Street, Strand, W.C.
1911

CONTENTS

CHAP.

I. A STRANGE VISIT
II. THE MAN WITH THE GLASS EYE
III. THE SECOND VISIT AND ITS RESULT
IV. I AM DETAINED
V. ARRESTED
VI. PUT TO THE TORTURE
VII. CRUFT'S FOLLY
VIII. SANDRINGHAM
IX. THE DUKE OF RITTERSHEIM
X. THE PLOT THAT FAILED
XI. THE _OCEANA_
XII. HELD UP
XIII. DON JUAN D'ALTA
XIV. THE CASKET
XV. THE ABBOT OF SAN JUAN
XVI. THE CONFESSION OF BROOKS
XVII. THE STEEL SAFE
XVIII. THE OLD GRAVEYARD
XIX. THE STRUGGLE IN THE TUNNEL
XX. THE DEPARTURE OF THE DUKE
XXI. MADAME LA COMTESSE
XXII. THE QUEEN'S ERROR
XXIII. THE QUEEN'S ATONEMENT

TO

SWEET KATHLEEN

OF

BATH

A QUEEN'S ERROR

CHAPTER I

A STRANGE VISIT

I turned the corner abruptly and found myself in a long, dreary street;
looking in the semi-fog and drizzle more desolate than those dismal
old-world streets of Bath I had passed through already in my aimless
wandering; I turned sharply and came almost face to face with her.

She was standing on the upper step, and the door stood open; the house
itself looked neglected and with the general appearance of having been
shut up for years. The windows were grimed with dirt, and there was
that little accumulation of dust, pieces of straw, and little scraps of
paper, under the two steps which tells of long disuse.

She stood on the step, a figure slightly over the middle height,
leaning one hand on a walking stick, and her face fascinated me.

It was the face of an old lady of perhaps seventy, hale and healthful,
with fresh colou