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He glanced at the two men as if he had never seen them in his life, and they, preserving equally stolid expressions with credit if not with the detective's ready and trained ability, passed further on only to recognize Levendale and Stephen Purvis, who had found accommodation in a quiet corner half-way down the room.
"Purvis, get the skylight open on the port side, and wheel the two guns round, and point them down into the cabin. I will train them myself on the same spot just at the back of that seat. They might come off and extinguish the fire, though I don't think they will; but we will make sure by blowing a hole through her side under the water line."
'Hallo! said Ross, greeting him with a certain kindliness which a very big man will show to one who is small and weak, even if he has growled at his appearance a moment before. 'Hallo, Purvis, where have you come from, and when do you get any sleep?
"Well, we must chance that, Hawkins. If one does come you must pick us up as we come along. I agree with you; it does look as if we should have a squall. It may not be anything very serious, but anyhow, if it comes it will take her along a great deal faster than we can row. "Purvis, I suppose that the dinghy will carry seven?" "Yes, she will do that easily."
Besides, we shall be having the moon up soon, and as we are steering pretty nearly east, it will show her up famously. "Now I will give you the same advice that you gave the governor. You had much better lie down for a bit. Purvis has gone down for a sleep, Perry will go down when he comes up at twelve, and I shall get an hour or two myself later on."
'What is the trouble on the estate? said Peter. But he could get no information from Lara. 'He had better take care, the man said. 'Señor Purvis would be safer if he were to sail away in his steamer, and be gone for a month or two. 'He has a mixed lot of men on his estancia, has he not? Peter asked.
Ross smoothed out its edges with his big hand, and the words became distinct enough; the very brevity of the message was touched with sensationalism. It ran: 'I am your brother. Save me! and there was not another vestige of writing on the paper. 'Purvis has excelled himself, said Ross quietly. 'It's your deal, Christopherson.
I remember laughing when I thought of the mess in which "Mr. Purvis" would shortly find himself. I passed the house from which the three riders had just turned into the road. A number of women and an old man and three or four children stood on the porch. They looked at me in silence as I was passing and then began to hiss and jeer. It gave me a feeling I have never known since that day.
"Guyler had business down in the City in the far end of it," said Purdie. "He was crossing Bishopsgate when he saw Stephen Purvis he swears it was Stephen Purvis! nothing can shake him! He, Purvis, was just turning the corner into a narrow alley running out of the street. Guyler rushed after him he'd disappeared.
"Nor in ten!" said Ayscough laconically. He glanced at Guyler. "You could identify this man Purvis if you saw him?" he asked. "Why, certainly!" answered the American. "I guess if he's the man who was seen in that eating-house the other day he's not altered any or not much." The man at the desk turned to Purdie, glancing at Lauriston. "About those rings?" he asked. "What's Mr.
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