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"They'll miss the paper. Perhaps he'll tell them himself that he has given it to you. Don't let us run any risks, Dorward. Tear it open. Let us know the truth, at any rate. If you have to part with the document, we can remember its contents. Out with it, man, quick! They may be here at any moment." Dorward drew a few steps back. Then he shook his head. "I guess not," he said firmly.
"You had better leave," she told him, "by the garden gate. There are the usual crowd in my anteroom, and it is well that you and I are not seen too much together." "Till this evening," he whispered, as he turned away. "I shall be at the station early. If Dorward is taken, I shall still leave Vienna. If he goes, it may be an eventful journey."
"Then, for Heaven's sake, don't stop any longer!" Dorward said irritably. "You get on my nerves with all this foolish talk. In an hour's time I am going to bolt my door and go to sleep. We'll breakfast together in the morning, if you like." Bellamy said nothing. The steward had brought them the whiskies and sodas which Dorward had ordered.
The British sent 1000 men, namely, two companies 2nd Battalion Royal Welsh Fusiliers, half company Hong-Kong Regiment, two companies Chinese Regiment, and 400 bluejackets and marines under General Dorward as supports; and the Russians a reserve of 400. The force moved off before daylight on the 9th.
Colonies! Expansion! Empire! Whose colonies, I wonder? Whose empire? Will he tell you that, my friend Dorward?" The journalist shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the clock. "I guess he'll tell me what he chooses and I shall print it," he answered indifferently. "It's all part of the game, of course. I am not exactly chicken enough to expect the truth.
'You had better look after him. I heard a shout behind and a heavy fall. Then I closed the door and slipped away as quietly as I could and here I am." Bellamy drew a long breath. "My God, but this is wonderful!" he muttered. "How long is it since you left the Palace?" "About ten minutes or a quarter of an hour," Dorward answered. "They'll find it out at once," declared the other.
"It's the most amazing thing that ever happened," he declared, "but I've got it here in my pocket, got it in black and white, in the Chancellor's own handwriting." "Got what?" "Why, what you and I, an hour ago, would have given a million for," Dorward replied. Bellamy's expression was one of blank but wondering incredulity. "You can't mean this, Dorward!" he exclaimed.
Dorward looked once more at the clock and rose slowly to his feet. "Well," he said, "I mustn't keep His Excellency waiting. Good-bye, and cheer up, Bellamy! Your old country isn't going to turn up her heels yet." Out he went long, lank, uncouth, with yellow-stained fingers and hatchet-shaped, gray face a strange figure but yet a power. Bellamy remained.
Instead, as Cyril seemed in his reaction to the excitement of the escape likely to burst into tears at any moment, he drew for him a vivid picture of the enjoyable life to which the train was taking him. "Father Dorward says that the country round Green Lanes is ripping. And his church is Norman. I expect he'll make you his ceremonarius. You're an awfully lucky chap, you know.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang. . . . "Hasn't Dorward come in yet? It's five past eight already. Go on ringing for a little while. I'll go and see how long he'll be." Mark in the absorption of ringing the bell had not noticed the Vicar's approach, and he was gone again before he remembered that he wanted to borrow a cassock and a cotta. Had he been rude? Would Mr.
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