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Title: Nobody

Author: Louis Joseph Vance

Illustrator: W. L. Jacobs

Release Date: August 12, 2009 [EBook #29671]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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NOBODY

LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE

[Illustration: "Miss Manwaring! For the Love of Mike--"]

NOBODY

By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE

AUTHOR OF "The Lone Wolf,"

"The Brass Bowl," "Cynthia of the Minute,"

"The Destroying Angel," Etc.

With Frontispiece

By W. L. JACOBS

A. L. BURT COMPANY

Publishers

New York

Published by Arrangement with GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY

Copyright, 1914,

By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE

Copyright, 1915,

By GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY

_This novel was originally published serially,
under the title of "An Outsider."_

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I ANARCHY

II BURGLARY

III ACCESSARY AFTER THE FACT

IV BLACKMAIL

V CONSPIRACY

VI ALIAS MANWARING

VII FRAUD

VIII A THIEF IN THE NIGHT

IX PICAROON

X LEGERDEMAIN

XI THE THIRD DEGREE

XII MACHIAVELLIAN

XIII MARPLOT

XIV MAGIC

XV FALSE WITNESS

XVI THE PLANT

XVII EXPOSE

XVIII BREAKING JAIL

NOBODY

CHAPTER I

ANARCHY

"What you gonna have?"

To this inquiry the patron made no response; head bent, nose between
the pages of the magazine, she pored sedulously over a legend attached
to one of the illustrations.

After a decent pause in waiting the waitress renewed her demand with a
sharper accent:

"Say, lis'en; what you want?"

"White satin, veiled with _point d' Angleterre_,'" Miss Manvers
replied distinctly, if without looking up, aware simply of something
imperative in the starched but humid presence at her elbow.

Pardonably startled, the waitress demanded with the rising inflection:
"_Wha-a-at?_"

"'T