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Maybe I might be all wrong about it some fellers used to call me Bullhead," he added by way of shaving his boldness down a little. But Mr. Conne, with hat tilted far down over his forehead and cigar at an outrageously rakish angle, was looking straight ahead of him, at a French flag across the way. "Go on," he said crisply.
Did you ever notice how you get fool ideas when there's a steady noise going on?" "So?" said Mr. Conne, as he led the way along a hall. "It was the noise of my machine." "How about the smell, Tommy?" Mr. Conne asked, glancing around with that pleasant, funny look which Tom had known so well. "You don't get ideas from smells," he answered soberly.
Carleton Conne, of the American Secret Service, quiet, observant, uncommunicative, never too sanguine and never too skeptical, had strolled on to the Channel Queen, lighted his cigar, and was now tilted back in his chair outside the Quartermaster's office in Dieppe, not at all excited and waiting for the Texas Pioneer to dock.
"There it is," Tom repeated, controlling himself better now that the truth was out. "He held it up there so's the light would shine in the glass. There ain't anything except that. It's it's the same idea as a periscope. He said it in a letter that I gave Mr. Conne and and I found out what he meant. I I didn't know he was "
Conne's mouth and that queer, whimsical look on Mr. Conne's face. "Mr. Conne " he stammered. "I didn't know you was here. You don't believe it, do you?" Mr. Conne worked his cigar leisurely over to the other side of his mouth. "Believe what?" "That I'm a a spy and and a traitor." He almost whispered the words. Mr. Conne smiled exasperatingly and hit him a rap on the shoulder.
If thou keep whole thy stirring of love that thou mayst feel by grace in thine heart, and scatter not thy ghostly beholding therefrom then that same that thou feelest shall well conne tell thee when thou shalt speak and when thou shalt be still, and it shall govern thee discreetly in all thy living without any error, and teach thee mistily how thou shalt begin and cease in all such doing of kind with a great and sovereign discretion.
"Maybe I might see him again some time same as I met my my brother." "Perhaps," said Mr. Conne, cheerily. "It's always the unexpected that happens, you know." "I saw you again, anyway." "Yes, you can't get away from me." "And Frenchy maybe I'll never see him any more. He's got people that live in Alsace; he told me all about them. He hasn't heard from them since the war first began.
If he's comin' as a soldier he won't get to the front very soon, 'cause they're mostly the drafted fellers that are comin' now and they have to go in training over here. I know, 'cause I've seen lots of 'em in billets." "Hmm," said Mr. Conne. "So if the feller expects to go to the front and get captured pretty soon, prob'ly he's in a special unit.
And if thou hear of any man that speaketh, or of any that is still, of any that eateth or of any that fasteth, or of any that is in company or else by himself, think thou, and say, if thee list, that they conne do as they should do, but if the contrary shew in apert. And, therefore, leave to work after other men's dispositions and work after thine own, if thou mayst know what it is.
Now put your mind on your work and don't think of anything else " "Have I got my job yet?" "Why, certainly," Mr. Conne laughed; "I'll see you again, Tommy. Good-by." And Tom tried this time to follow his advice. He was soon released and the officer, whom he had so feared, was good enough to say, "You did well and you've had a pretty tough experience."
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