The Port of Missing Men

The Port of Missing Men

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Title: The Port of Missing Men
Author: Meredith Nicholson
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THE PORT OF MISSING MEN
by
MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author of _The House of a Thousand Candles_, _The Main Chance_,
_Zelda Dameron_, etc.
1907

Then Sir Pellinore put off his armour; then a little afore midnight they
heard the trotting of an horse. Be ye still, said King Pellinore, for we
shall hear of some adventure.--Malory.
To the Memory of Herman Kountze

THE SHINING ROAD
Come, sweetheart, let us ride away beyond the city's bound, And seek
what pleasant lands across the distant hills are found. There is a golden
light that shines beyond the verge of dawn, And there are happy
highways leading on and always on; So, sweetheart, let us mount and
ride, with never a backward glance, To find the pleasant shelter of the
Valley of Romance.
Before us, down the golden road, floats dust from charging steeds,
Where two adventurous companies clash loud in mighty deeds; And
from the tower that stands alert like some tall, beckoning pine, E'en
now, my heart, I see afar the lights of welcome shine! So loose the rein
and cheer the steed and let us race away To seek the lands that lie
beyond the Borders of To-day.
Draw rein and rest a moment here in this cool vale of peace; The race
half-run, the goal half-won, half won the sure release! To right and left
are flowery fields, and brooks go singing down To mock the sober folk
who still are prisoned in the town. Now to the trail again, dear heart;
my arm and blade are true, And on some plain ere night descend I'll
break a lance for you!
O sweetheart, it is good to find the pathway shining clear! The road is
broad, the hope is sure, and you are near and dear! So loose the rein and
cheer the steed and let us race away To seek the lands that lie beyond
the borders of To-day. Oh, we shall hear at last, my heart, a cheering
welcome cried As o'er a clattering drawbridge through the Gate of
Dreams we ride!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
"Events, Events" II The Claibornes, of Washington III Dark Tidings IV
John Armitage a Prisoner V A Lost Cigarette Case VI Toward the
Western Stars VII On the Dark Deck VIII "The King Is Dead; Long
Live the King" IX "This Is America, Mr. Armitage" X John Armitage
Is Shadowed XI The Toss of a Napkin XII A Camp in the Mountains
XIII The Lady of the Pergola XIV An Enforced Interview XV Shirley
Learns a Secret XVI Narrow Margins XVII A Gentleman in Hiding

XVIII An Exchange of Messages XIX Captain Claiborne on Duty XX
The First Ride Together XXI The Comedy of a Sheepfold XXII The
Prisoner at the Bungalow XXIII The Verge of Morning XXIV The
Attack in the Road XXV The Port of Missing Men XXVI "Who Are
You, John Armitage?" XXVII Decent Burial XXVIII John Armitage

CHAPTER I
"EVENTS, EVENTS"
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for
oblivion. --_Troilus and Cressida._
"The knowledge that you're alive gives me no pleasure," growled the
grim old Austrian premier.
"Thank you!" laughed John Armitage, to whom he had spoken. "You
have lost none of your old amiability; but for a renowned diplomat, you
are remarkably frank. When I called on you in Paris, a year ago, I was
able to render you--I believe you admitted it--a slight service."
Count Ferdinand von Stroebel bowed slightly, but did not take his eyes
from the young man who sat opposite him in his rooms at the Hotel
Monte Rosa in Geneva. On the table between them stood an open
despatch box, and about it lay a number of packets of papers which the
old gentleman, with characteristic caution, had removed to his own side
of the table before admitting his caller. He was a burly old man, with
massive shoulders and a great head thickly covered with iron-gray hair.
He trusted no one, and this accounted for his presence in Geneva in
March, of the year 1903, whither he had gone to receive