208
XXVIII.--THE FIGHT FOR THE EMERALD THRONE 218
XXIX.--A MYSTERY 229
XXX.--TREASURE AND TREASON 242
XXXI.--A SPY'S STARTLING STORY 255
XXXII.--WAR 264
XXXIII.--THE HAREM SLAVE 271
XXXIV.--LIOLA'S DISCOVERY 287
XXXV.--INTO THE MIST 303
CONCLUSION 308

THE GREAT WHITE QUEEN.

CHAPTER I.

A ROMANCE!

IT is a curious story, full of exciting adventures, extraordinary
discoveries, and mysteries amazing.

Strange, too, that I, Richard Scarsmere, who, when at school hated
geography as bitterly as I did algebraic problems, should even now, while
just out of my teens, be thus enabled to write down this record of a
perilous journey through a land known only by name to geographers, a vast
region wherein no stranger had ever before set foot.

The face of the earth is well explored now-a-days, yet it has remained
for me to discover and traverse one of the very few unknown countries,
and to give the bald-headed old fogies of the Royal Geographical Society
a lesson in the science that I once abominated.

I have witnessed with my own eyes the mysteries of Mo. I have seen the
Great White Queen!

Three years ago I had as little expectation of emulating the intrepidity
of Stanley as I had of usurping the throne of England. An orphan, both of
whose parents had been drowned in a yachting accident in the Solent and
whose elder brother succeeded to the estate, I was left in the care of a
maternal uncle, a regular martinet, who sent me for several long and
dreary years to Dr. Tregear's well-known Grammar-school at Eastbourne,
and had given me to understand that I should eventually enter his office
in London. Briefly, I was, when old enough, to follow the prosaic and
ill-paid avocation of clerk. But for a combination of circumstances, I
should have, by this time, budded into one of those silk-hatted,
patent-booted, milk-and-bun lunchers who sit on their high perches and
drive a pen from ten till four at a salary of sixteen shillings weekly.
Such was the calling my relative thought good enough for me, although his
own sons were being trained for professional careers. In his own
estimation all his ideas were noble and his generosity unbounded; but not
in mine.

But this is not a school story, al