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Nicholson, Meredith, 1866-1947

"The Port of Missing Men"

The thought of being haled before Baron von Marhof gave them
great concern.
"Wait a few hours, Armitage--let us sit down and talk it all over. We're
not as black as your imagination paints us!"
"Save your breath! You've had your fun so far, and now I'm going to have
mine. You fellows are all right to sit in dark rooms and plot murder and
treason; but you're not made for work in the open. Forward!"
They were a worn company that drew up at the empty bungalow, where the
lamp and candles flickered eerily. On the table still lay the sword, the
cloak, the silver box, the insignia of noble orders.


CHAPTER XXVI
"WHO ARE YOU, JOHN ARMITAGE?"
"_Morbleu, Monsieur_, you give me too much majesty," said
the Prince.--_The History of Henry Esmond_.

"These gentlemen doubtless wish to confer--let them sequester
themselves!" and Armitage waved his hand to the line of empty
sleeping-rooms. "I believe Monsieur Durand already knows the way
about--he may wish to explore my trunks again," and Armitage bowed
to the two men, who, with their wrists tied behind them and a strap
linking them together, looked the least bit absurd.


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