Publisher's Synopsis
"Let's make for Liege," exclaimed Kenneth Everest. "What's that?" asked his chum, Rollo Harrington. "Liege? What on earth possesses you to suggest Liege? A crowded manufacturing town, with narrow streets and horrible pave. I thought we decided to fight shy of heavy traffic?" The two speakers were seated at an open window of the Hotel Dore, in the picturesque town of Dinant. In front of them flowed the Meuse; its placid water rippled with craft of varying sizes. Huge barges, towed by snorting tugs, were laboriously passing along the busy international waterway that serves an empire, a kingdom, and a republic. On the remote bank, and to the right of a bridge, were the quaint red-tiled houses of the town, above which rose the fantastic, pinnacled tower of the thirteenth-century church of Notre Dame, in turn overshadowed by the frowning limestone crag on which stands the citadel."
