The Filigree Ball

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Green Anna Katharine. The Filigree Ball

BOOK I. THE FORBIDDEN ROOM

I "THE MOORE HOUSE? ARE YOU SPEAKING OF THE MOORE HOUSE?"

II. I ENTER

III. I REMAIN

IV. SIGNED, VERONICA

V. MASTER AND DOG

VI. GOSSIP

VII. SLY WORK

VIII. SLYER WOES

IX. JINNY

X. FRANCIS JEFFREY

BOOK II. THE LAW AND ITS VICTIM

XI. DETAILS

XII. THRUST AND PARRY

XIII. CHIEFLY THRUST

XIV "TALLMAN! LET US HAVE TALLMAN!"

XV. WHITE BOW AND PINK

XVI. AN EGOTIST OF THE FIRST WATER

XVII. A FRESH START

XVIII. IN THE GRASS

BOOK III. THE HOUSE OF DOOM

XIX. IN TAMPA

XX "THE COLONEL'S OWN"

XXI. THE HEART OF THE PUZZLE

XXII. A THREAD IN HAND

XXIII. WORDS IN THE NIGHT

XXIV. TANTALIZING TACTICS

XXV. WHO WILL TELL THE MAN INSIDE THERE

XXVI. RUDGE

XXVII "YOU HAVE COME! YOU HAVE SOUGHT ME!"

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For a detective whose talents, had not been recognized at headquarters, I possessed an ambition which, fortunately for my standing with the lieutenant of the precinct, had not yet been expressed in words. Though I had small reason for expecting great things of myself, I had always cherished the hope that if a big case came my way I should be found able to do something with it something more, that is, than I had seen accomplished by the police of the District of Columbia since I had had the honor of being one of their number. Therefore, when I found myself plunged, almost without my own volition, into the Jeffrey Moore affair, I believed that the opportunity had come whereby I might distinguish myself.

It had complications, this Jeffrey-Moore affair; greater ones than the public ever knew, keen as the interest in it ran both in and out of Washington. This is why I propose to tell the story of this great tragedy from my own standpoint, even if in so doing I risk the charge of attempting to exploit my own connection with this celebrated case. In its course I encountered as many disappointments as triumphs, and brought out of the affair a heart as sore as it was satisfied; for I am a lover of women and—

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"Pistols and lanterns are no good here," he grumbled. "What we want at this blessed minute is a priest with a sprinkling of holy water; and I for one—"

He was actually sliding off.

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