Robert Louis Stevenson - THE DYNAMITER

and many innocent persons whom it is a glory to defend. Courage

and devotion, so common in the ranks of the police, so little

recognised, so meagrely rewarded, have at length found their

commemoration in an historical act. History, which will represent

Mr. Parnell sitting silent under the appeal of Mr. Forster, and

Gordon setting forth upon his tragic enterprise, will not forget

Mr. Cole carrying the dynamite in his defenceless hands, nor Mr.

Cox coming coolly to his aid.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson

A NOTE FOR THE READER

It is within the bounds of possibility that you may take up this

volume, and yet be unacquainted with its predecessor: the first

series of NEW ARABIAN NIGHTS. The loss is yours--and mine; or to

be more exact, my publishers'. But if you are thus unlucky, the

least I can do is to pass you a hint. When you shall find a

reference in the following pages to one Theophilus Godall of the

Bohemian Cigar Divan in Rupert Street, Soho, you must be prepared

to recognise, under his features, no less a person than Prince

Florizel of Bohemia, formerly one of the magnates of Europe, now

dethroned, exiled, impoverished, and embarked in the tobacco trade.

R. L. S.

NEW ARABIAN NIGHTS

A SECOND SERIES

THE DYNAMITER

PROLOGUE OF THE CIGAR DIVAN

In the city of encounters, the Bagdad of the West, and, to be more

precise, on the broad northern pavement of Leicester Square, two

young men of five- or six-and-twenty met after years of separation.

The first, who was of a very smooth address and clothed in the best