author: baroness emmuska orczy orczy

But of only one thing could those who sought him be sure. They knew all too well the symbol of his presence, the blood-red flower known as the Scarlet Pimpernel.

... moor at this time of night. But, dear me, what's this? Somebody hurt? Not — don't tell me that it is our friend Sir Henry!” He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man. I heard a sharp intake of his breath and the cigar fell from ...