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Updated: June 13, 2025
The night, I remember, was warmly foggy when after midnight we went to finish our talk at my house. We had recently changed the rules of the club to admit visitors, and so it happened that I had brought Britten, and Crupp introduced Arnold Shoesmith, my former schoolfellow at City Merchants, and now the wealthy successor of his father and elder brother.
"And does it matter if we could?" I found that in talking to him I could frame the apologetics I had not been able to find for myself alone. "I am certain of one thing, Britten. It is our duty not to hush up this scandal." He raised his eyebrows. I perceived now the element of absurdity in me, but at the time I was as serious as a man who is burning.
They have written to Paris, and the decree may come at any moment. I am to be banished, Britten driven out like a common criminal! Oh, what shall I do? My God, what shall I do?" That was a question I couldn't answer, but it did seem a wicked thing to treat a woman so, and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. "Is there any law in France that can turn you out, madame?" I asked.
"Yes, that's what I'll have to do if the salvage attempt fails. But I'm sure we'll succeed." Captain Britten had been given a room at the Swift home. When the boys got there they found their guest and Tom's father deep in a game of chess. "Well, son," laughed Mr. Swift, "I've met my match at last. John Britten has beaten me three straight games! But don't tell Damon about it!"
My road lay by Monkton, down toward Pegwell Bay, and it was just at the entrance to Minster that Dolly made me stop without much warning, and took me into her confidence for the first time. "Britten," says she, "there is something I didn't tell you, but which I think I ought to tell you now. I'm not asked to Lord Badington's house at all."
"Make what you like," says I. "This car has got to get to Paris to fetch my mistress. If a truce will do it, I'm taking some, right here." He smiled again, but so softly that I could have hit him. "Where is she hiding, Britten?" he asked, almost in a whisper. "Where has that very pretty lady chosen to conceal her charms? Come, tell me, my lad, and I'll give you five louis.
Quickly a boom was swung out overside. From it hung several pulleys to which was attached a narrow steel platform. Presently three tall Negroes carried out of the storeroom grotesque-looking diving suits which weighed over two hundred and fifty pounds apiece. Captain Britten spoke in Spanish to one of them, then the fellow began putting on the weird uniform.
"What in the name o' tarnation did he want with that?" demanded Captain Britten as the giant stone was lowered cautiously to the deck. Weighing many tons, it had tilted the barge far over to one side as the powerful derrick drew it up. "It looks like some old rock a man might pick up 'most any place." "Oh, Tom Swift usually has a good reason for everything he does," smiled Ned noncommittally.
Such an author requires a near "Smart Set" sparkle or a pseudo-Atlantic Monthly sobriety; he develops facility, but at the expense, ultimately, of conventionality, dullness and boredom. According to the terms which omit foreign authors from possible participation in the prize, the work of Achmed Abdullah, Britten Austin, Elinor Mordaunt and others was in effect non-existent for the Committee.
"Britten," he said quite plain, "you know why I've come down here?" "I think so, sir." "Chercher les femmes, as they say in Boolong I'm down here to meet the girl I'm going to marry." "Hope you'll find her well, sir." "Ah, that's just it. I shan't find her well if her old father can help it. Damn him, he's nearly killed her with his oaths and swearing these last two months.
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