To say what was in THE BOOK OF ALL POWER, that book which was desired by so many from Soviet officials to His Imperial Highness, would be to rob Mr. Edgar Wallace of half of the thunder. Suffice it to say that what the book really does contain comes as a splendid surprise in the last few pages of an especially vivid story. For from the moment that the hero gets his appointment with an oil company in Russia, to his emergence from that country with a Grand Duchess as his wife, there is not a page empty of pulsation and excitement.
e great happenings which must follow."
She was silent for awhile, then she asked whether it was safe, and he laughed.
"Safe!" he scoffed. "There are no secret police in London. This is a free country, where one may do as one wishes. No, no, Sophia Kensky, be not afraid."
"I am not afraid," she answered, "but tell me, Yakoff, what is this great meeting about?"
"You shall learn, you shall learn, little sister," said Yakoff importantly.
He might have added that he also was to learn, for as yet he was in ignorance.
They drove into a labyrinth of narrow streets and stopped suddenly before a doorway. There was no sign of a restaurant, and Yakoff explained, before he got out of the cab, that this was the back entrance to the Silver Lion, and that most of the brethren who used the club also used this back door.
He dismissed the cab and pressed a bell in the lintel of the door. Presently it was opened and they passed in unchallenged. They were in a small hallway, lighte