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Updated: June 12, 2025
It was surprising to find this scrap of a letter addressed to the spy in this island cabin off the coast of North Carolina. Yet it smacked of no improbability. Whistler had heard the spy tell the skipper of the oil carrier, the Sarah Coville, that his work was done in that vicinity.
But he gave in, soon as I got a chance to talk it over with him." "'Cause he had to have you on the Michamac Bridge, eh?" demanded Blake, his face darkening. "Stow it! That may be true, but didn't I tell you he turned the bridge over to the Coville Company?" "Afraid he'd be found out, eh?" "Found out? What do you mean?" "Mean!" repeated Blake, his voice hoarse with passion.
No," curtly answered Blake. "Needn't try to fool me. Mr. Leslie turned the bridge over to the Coville Company months ago." "Fool you?" sneered Ashton. "You're too easy! The Coville Company is only another name for Papa Leslie." "Look here," warned Blake. "You're apt to learn soon that some lies aren't healthy." "It's the truth," replied Ashton, giving back a little, but insistent on the facts.
"Say, Mister," asked Whistler, turning to the skipper of the smack, "is there a tank ship in here?" "An oil tanker? No! Nothing like it." "I smell it, too!" exclaimed Ikey suddenly. "What you boys smell is the Sarah Coville that came in just ahead of us. She's anchored here somewhere," said the fisherman. "What sort is she?" Whistler demanded.
Rivermouth was fast becoming a base for patrol boats and submarines, it seemed, although New London and Groton, across the harbor from New London, were really the headquarters for all such craft along the North Atlantic seaboard. "Maybe we can spy the Three Eights," Torry said, referring to the submarine chaser in which they had pursued the Sarah Coville a few days before. "Mr.
We ran down that Sarah Coville yesterday, by the way, with another cargo of oil aboard. Her captain and crew will surely be interned." Mr. MacMasters had no more time to talk with Phil Morgan then. The men being ready, the march to the dock was made, Seven Knott bringing up the rear to see that there were no loiterers.
"The Coville Company of which I own over ninety-five per cent of the stock. He would quit if he knew it, and I can't afford to lose him. The solution of the dam is a wonderful feat of engineering. That's what's the matter with him now. He worked at it to the point of exhaustion and then for him to come here, already worn out!" "I'm sure he was quite welcome to stay away," put in the lady. Mr.
"It seems he's unloaded the Zariba project onto the Coville Company." "Thought it couldn't be put through, eh?" said Blake. "Bet he didn't let it go for nothing, though." "It's not often he comes out at the little end of the horn," replied Griffith. "Didn't take the Coville people long to wake up to the situation. Look here."
I don't want your jobs or your money. They're dirty! You've looked up my record, have you? How about your own? How about the Michamac Bridge? Griffith says the Coville Company has taken it over; but you started it you called for plans you advertised a competition. Where are my plans? you!" Mr. Leslie shrank back before the enraged engineer. "Calm yourself, Mr.
"Yes?" asked Genevieve, looking at Lord James calmly but with a slight lift of her eyebrows that betrayed her astonishment. "Hasn't your father told you?" replied Mrs. Gantry, reposing herself in the most comfortable seat. "It seems that he has arranged " "Beg pardon," said Lord James. "It was the Coville Construction Company that made the offer." "Very true.
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