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The Corporal of Military Police, who stood at the gangway examining the passes, stopped Desmond Okewood as the latter held out his pass into the rays of the man's lantern. "There was a message for you, sir," said the Corporal. "The captain of the Staff boat would h-esteem it a favor, sir, if you would kindly go to his cabin immediately on h-arriving on board, sir!"

A light step resounded, and the one-armed lieutenant tripped into the room. When he saw me, he stopped dead. Then he softly began to circle round me with a mincing step, murmuring to himself: "So! So!" "Good evening, Dr. Semlin!" he said in English. "Say, I'm mighty glad to see you! Well, Okewood, dear old boy, here we are again. What?

And that was what Desmond Okewood thought as a few hours later he found himself with Maurice Strangwise in the stalls of the vast Palaceum auditorium. In the unwonted luxury of evening clothes he felt clean and comfortable, and the cigar he way smoking was the climax of one of Julien's most esoteric efforts. The cards on either side of the proscenium opening bore the words: "Deputy Turn."

"By George!" he cried, slapping his thigh, "you've rung the bell in one. Okewood, I'm not a rich man, but I would gladly give a year's pay to be able to answer that question. To be perfectly frank with you, I don't know who is at the back of this crowd, but..." his mouth set in a grim line, "I'm going to know!" He added whimsically: "What's more, you're going to find out for me!"

She wore it very often to the office. Look at the blood on it!" He put the hat down on the table and ran into the bar where Nur-el-Din sat immobile on her chair, wrapped in a big overcoat of some soft blanket cloth in dark green, her chin sunk on her breast. Matthews called up the Mill House and asked for Francis Okewood.

Nur-el-Din played his game for him by detaining the girl. Strangwise believes and I must say I agree with him that probably two persons know where the Star of Poland is. One is this girl..." "The other being the late Mr. Bellward?" queried Mrs. Malplaquet. "Precisely. The late Mr. Bellward or Major Desmond Okewood!" said Bellward.

Head and shoulders above everybody else in the room towered the figure of an officer in uniform, with him another palpable Englishman in evening dress. Desmond Okewood thought he had never seen anything in his life more charming than the picture the dancer made as she came into the room.

He was rather a slow mover, and there were a lot of things he wanted to discuss with the Chief. "I was very sorry to see poor Major Okewood in the casualty list this morning, sir," he said. "I was going to ask you..." "Ah, terrible, terrible!" said the Chief. Then he added: "Just tell Miss Mackwayte I want her as you go out, will you?"

"Matthews," he said, "when Captain Strangwise comes, please tell him I've been called away and ask him to call back here at two o'clock to see me." He paused and laid a lean finger reflectively along his nose. "Are you lunching anywhere, Okewood?" he 'said. Desmond shook his head. "Then you will lunch with me, eh? Right. Come along and we'll try to find the way to Seven Kings."