WEAPONS OF MYSTERY ***
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POPULAR NOVELS
BY
JOSEPH HOCKING
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THE STORY OF ANDREW FAIRFAX
JABEZ EASTERBROOK
ALL MEN ARE LIARS
FIELDS OF FAIR RENOWN
WEAPONS OF MYSTERY
THE PURPLE ROBE
THE SCARLET WOMAN
THE BIRTHRIGHT
MISTRESS NANCY MOLESWORTH
LEST WE FORGET
GREATER LOVE
THE COMING OF THE KING
ROGER TREWINION
THE PRINCE OF THIS WORLD
GOD AND MAMMON
AN ENEMY HATH DONE THIS
THE RING OF DESTINY
HEARTSEASE
THE TENANT OF CROMLECH COTTAGE
NANCY TREVANION'S LEGACY
THE SIGN OF THE TRIANGLE
The Weapons of Mystery
by Joseph Hocking
AUTHOR OF "ALL MEN ARE LIARS", "THE PURPLE ROBE", "THE SCARLET WOMAN", ETC.
WARD. LOCK & CO., LIMITED
LONDON AND MELBOURNE _Made and Printed in Great Britain by_ Ward, Lock & Co., Limited, London.
1890
CONTENTS
Chap.
I. INTRODUCES THE WRITER AND OTHERS
II. CHRISTMAS EVE
III. CHRISTMAS MORNING
IV. VOLTAIRE'S STORY OF THE EAST
V. CHRISTMAS NIGHT--THE FORGING OF THE CHAIN
VI. AFTERWARDS
VII. DREARWATER POND
VIII. DARKNESS AND LIGHT
IX. THE HALL GHOST
X. THE COMING OF THE NIGHT
XI. DARK DREAMS AND NIGHT SHADOWS
XII. A MIDNIGHT CONFERENCE
XIII. A MESMERIST'S SPELL
XIV. GOD
XV. BEGINNING TO SEARCH
XVI. STRUGGLING FOR VICTORY
XVII. USING THE ENEMY'S WEAPONS
XVIII. NEARING THE END
XIX. THE SECOND CHRISTMAS EVE
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCES THE WRITER AND OTHERS
My story begins on the morning of December 18, 18--, while sitting at breakfast. Let it be understood before we go further that I was a bachelor living in lodgings. I had been left an orphan just before I came of age, and was thus cast upon the world at a time when it is extremely dangerous for young men to be alone. Especially was it so in my case, owing to the fact that at twenty-one I inherited a considerable fortune. One thing saved me from ruin, viz. a passionate love for literature, which led me to make it my profession. I had at the time of my story been following the bent of my inclinations for two years with a fair amount of success, and was regarded by those who knew me as a lucky fellow. That is all I think I need say concerning myself prior to the time when my story opens, except to tell my name; but that will drop out very soon. I had not made very great inroads into the omelette my landlady had prepared for me when I heard the postman's knock, and soon after a servant entered with a letter. One only. I had expected at least half-a-dozen, but only one lay on the tray before me.
