This is a story of intrigue, unfolding in the author's best style -- a thrilling narrative of Jocelyn Thew and the English Service. The reader will follow with avidity the daring moves of Thew from the time he sails from New York on the "City of Boston," accompanied by a dying man and a special nurse in the person of Katharine Beverley, a society girl who is under obligations to Thew. His figure was a little thin but lithe, and his movements showed all the suppleness of a man who has continued the pursuit of athletics into early middle-life. His hair, only slightly streaked with grey, was thick and plentiful. His clothes were carefully chosen and well tailored. He had the air of a man used to mixing with the best people, to eating and drinking the best, to living in the best fashion, recognising nothing less as his due in life. Yet as he stood there waiting for his visitor, listening intently for the sound of her footsteps outside, he permitted himself a moment of retrospection, and there was a gleam of very different things in his face, a touch almost of the savage in the clenched teeth and sudden tightening of the lips. One might have gathered that this man was living through a period of strain.