The Cab of the Sleeping Horse

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Title: The Cab of the Sleeping Horse
Author: John Reed Scott
Release Date: February 18, 2005 [eBook #15094]
Language: English
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THE CAB OF THE SLEEPING HORSE
by
JOHN REED SCOTT
Author of The Woman in Question, The Man In Evening Clothes, etc.
Frontispiece by William van Dresser
A. L. Burt Company Publishers New York Published by arrangement with G.P. Putnam's Sons
1916

[Illustration: SHE THREW UP HER HAND, AND A NASTY LITTLE AUTOMATIC WAS COVERING THE SECRETARY'S HEART. Drawn by William Van Dresser. (Chapter 24)]

CONTENTS
I.--THE PHOTOGRAPH
II.--THE VOICE ON THE WIRE
III.--VISITORS
IV.--CRENSHAW
V.--ANOTHER WOMAN
VI.--THE GREY-STONE HOUSE
VII.--SURPRISES
VIII.--THE STORY
IX.--DECOYED
X.--SKIRMISHING
XI.--HALF A LIE
XII.--CARPENTER
XIII.--THE MARQUIS
XIV.--THE SLIP OF PAPER
XV.--IDENTIFIED
XVI.--ANOTHER LETTER
XVII.--IN THE TAXI
XVIII.--DOUBT
XIX.--MARSTON
XX.--PLAYING THE GAME
XXI.--THE KEY-WORD
XXII.--THE RATAPLAN
XXIII.--CAUGHT
XXIV.--THE CANDLE FLAME

I
THE PHOTOGRAPH
"A beautiful woman is never especially clever," Rochester remarked.
Harleston blew a smoke ring at the big drop-light on the table and watched it swirl under the cardinal shade.
"The cleverest woman I know is also the most beautiful," he replied. "Yes, I can name her offhand. She has all the finesse of her sex, together with the reasoning mind; she is surpassingly good to look at, and knows how to use her looks to obtain her end; as the occasion demands, she can be as cold as steel or warm as a summer's night; she--"
"How are her morals?" Rochester interrupted.
"Morals or the want of them do not, I take it, enter into the question," Harleston responded. "Cleverness is quite apart from morals."
"You have not named the wonderful one," Clarke reminded him.
"And I won't now. Rochester's impertinent question forbids introducing her to this company. Moreover," as he drew out his watch, "it is half-after-twelve of a fine spring night, and, unless we wish to be turned out of the Club, we would better be going homeward or elsewhere. Who's for a walk up the avenue?"
"I am--as far as Dupont Circle," said Clarke.
"All hands?" Harleston inquired.
"It's too late for exercise," Rochester declined; "and our way lies athwart your path."
"I don't think you make good company, anyway, with your questions and your athwarts," Harleston retorted amiably, as Clarke and he moved off.
"Who is your clever woman?" asked Clarke.
"Curious?" Harleston smiled.
"Naturally--it's not in you to give praise undeserved."
"I'm not sure it is praise, Clarke; it depends on one's point of view. However, the lady in question bears several names which she uses as expediency or her notion suits her. Her maiden name was Madeline Cuthbert. She married a Colonel Spencer of Ours; he divorced her, after she had eloped with a rich young lieutenant of his regiment. She didn't marry the lieutenant; she simply plucked him clean and he shot himself. I've never understood why he didn't first shoot her."
"Doubtless it shows her cleverness?" Clarke remarked.
"Doubtless it does," replied Harleston, neatly spitting a leaf on the pavement with his stick. "Afterward she had various adventures with various wealthy men, and always won. Her particularly spectacular adventure was posing, at the instigation of the Duke of Lotzen, as the wife of the Archduke Armand of Valeria; and she stirred up a mess of turmoil until the matter was cleared up."
"I remember something of it!" Clarke exclaimed.
"By that time she had so fascinated her employer, the Duke of Lotzen, that he actually married her--morganatically, of course."
"Again showing her astonishing cleverness."
"Just so--and, cleverer still, she held him until his death five years later. Which death, despite the authorized report, was not natural: the King of Valeria killed him in a sword duel in Ferida Palace on the principal street of Dornlitz. The lady then betook herself to Paris and took up her present life of extreme respectability--and political usefulness to our friends of Wilhelm-strasse. In fact, I understand that she has more than made good professionally, as well as fascinated at least half a dozen Cabinet Ministers besides.
"Wilhelm-strasse?" Clarke queried.
Harleston nodded. "She is in the German Secret Service."
"They trust her?" Clarke marvelled.
"That is the most remarkable thing about her," said Harleston, "so far as I know, she has never been false to the hand that paid her."
"Which, in her position, is the cleverest thing of all!" Clarke remarked.
They passed the English Legation, a bulging, three-storied, red brick, dormer-roofed atrocity, standing a few feet in from the sidewalk; ugly as original sin, externally as repellent as the sidewalk and the narrow little drive under