The Red Symbol

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Ironside John. The Red Symbol

The Red Symbol

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

THE MYSTERIOUS FOREIGNER

CHAPTER II

THE SAVAGE CLUB DINNER

CHAPTER III

THE BLOOD-STAINED PORTRAIT

CHAPTER IV

THE RIVER STEPS

CHAPTER V

THE MYSTERY THICKENS

CHAPTER VI

“MURDER MOST FOUL”

CHAPTER VII

A RED-HAIRED WOMAN!

CHAPTER VIII

A TIMELY WARNING

CHAPTER IX

NOT AT BERLIN

CHAPTER X

DISQUIETING NEWS

CHAPTER XI

“LA MORT OU LA VIE!”

CHAPTER XII

THE WRECKED TRAIN

CHAPTER XIII

THE GRAND DUKE LORIS

CHAPTER XIV

A CRY FOR HELP

CHAPTER XV

AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE

CHAPTER XVI

UNDER SURVEILLANCE

CHAPTER XVII

THE DROSHKY DRIVER

CHAPTER XVIII

THROUGH THE STORM

CHAPTER XIX

NIGHT IN THE FOREST

CHAPTER XX

THE TRIBUNAL

CHAPTER XXI

A FORLORN HOPE

CHAPTER XXII

THE PRISON HOUSE

CHAPTER XXIII

FREEMAN EXPLAINS

CHAPTER XXIV

BACK TO ENGLAND

CHAPTER XXV

SOUTHBOURNE’S SUSPICIONS

CHAPTER XXVI

WHAT JIM CAYLEY KNEW

CHAPTER XXVII

AT THE POLICE COURT

CHAPTER XXVIII

WITH MARY AT MORWEN

CHAPTER XXIX

LIGHT ON THE PAST

CHAPTER XXX

A BYGONE TRAGEDY

CHAPTER XXXI

MISHKA TURNS UP

CHAPTER XXXII

BACK TO RUSSIA ONCE MORE

CHAPTER XXXIII

THE ROAD TO ZOSTROV

CHAPTER XXXIV

THE OLD JEW

CHAPTER XXXV

A BAFFLING INTERVIEW

CHAPTER XXXVI

STILL ON THE ROAD

CHAPTER XXXVII

THE PRISONER OF ZOSTROV

CHAPTER XXXVIII

THE GAME BEGINS

CHAPTER XXXIX

THE FLIGHT FROM ZOSTROV

CHAPTER XL

A STRICKEN TOWN

CHAPTER XLI

LOVE OR COMRADESHIP?

CHAPTER XLII

THE DESERTED HUNTING LODGE

CHAPTER XLIII

THE WOMAN FROM SIBERIA

CHAPTER XLIV

AT VASSILITZI’S

CHAPTER XLV

THE CAMPAIGN AT WARSAW

CHAPTER XLVI

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

CHAPTER XLVII

THE TRAGEDY IN THE SQUARE

CHAPTER XLVIII

THE GRAND DUCHESS PASSES

CHAPTER XLIX

THE END OF AN ACT

CHAPTER L

ENGLAND ONCE MORE

CHAPTER LI

THE REAL ANNE

CHAPTER LII

THE WHOLE TRUTH

THE END

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John Ironside

Published by Good Press, 2021

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“You are a flatterer, Mr. Cassavetti,” she said in mock reproof. “Come along, good people; there’s plenty of room here!” as other acquaintances joined us. “Oh, some one’s going to recite—hush!”

The next hour or so passed pleasantly, and all too quickly. Anne was the centre of a merry group, and was now in her wittiest and most gracious mood. Cassavetti remained with us, speaking seldom, though he could be a brilliant conversationalist when he liked. He listened to Anne’s every word, watched every gesture, unobtrusively, but with a curious intentness.

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