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His hair tumbled in white masses over his pallid forehead, and his lips twitched as he talked. "You 're from Paris, sir, from Paris?" he said. "Come in, come in." His motions were nervous and erratic. Skaggs followed him into the library, and the wife disappeared in another direction. It would have been hard to recognise in the Oakley of the present the man of a few years before.
He has organised the whole population into a sort of constabulary to protect itself against any shrewd move we may contemplate. Moreover, he's getting the evidence of everybody to prove that Skaggs and Wyckholme were men of sound mind up to the hour of their death. He has the depositions of agents and dealers in Bombay, Aden, Suez and three or four European cities, all along that line.
"I think I'll listen to it, Jackie," replied Mr. Skaggs, quite soberly. As the outcome of this midnight proposition, Taswell Skaggs and John Wyckholme arrived, two months later, at the tiny island of Japat, somewhere south of the Arabian Sea, there to remain until their dying days and there to accumulate the wealth which gave the first named a chance to make an extraordinary will.
At two in the morning, Deppingham, Browne and Chase came up from the walls for coffee and an hour's rest. "Chase, if you don't get your blooming cruiser here before long, we'll be as little worth the saving as old man Skaggs, up there in his open-work grave," Deppingham was saying as he threw himself wearily into a chair in the breakfast room. They were wet and cold.
They drank, and then, as if the whiskey had done him good, Joe sat up in his chair. "Ha'ie 's throwed me down." "Lucky dog! You might have known it would have happened sooner or later. Better sooner than never." Skaggs smoked in silence and looked at Joe. "I 'm goin' to kill her." "I would n't if I were you. Take old Sadness's advice and thank your stars that you 're rid of her."
The old man shrunk against the wall, his lips working convulsively and his hand tearing at his breast as Skaggs drew nearer. He attempted to shriek, but his voice was husky and broke off in a gasping whisper. "Give it to me, as your brother commands." "No, no, no! It is not his secret; it is mine. I must carry it here always, do you hear? I must carry it till I die. Go away! Go away!"
"Yes, it looks plausible, but so does all fiction. You 're taking a chance. You 're losing time. If it fails " "But if it succeeds?" "Well, go and bring back a story. If you don't, look out. It 's against my better judgment anyway. Remember I told you that." Skaggs shot out of the office, and within an hour and a half had boarded a fast train for the South.
And then he told how a charging horde of daredevils had driven him from camp with overwhelming numbers and one piece of artillery; how he had rallied the army and fought them back, foot by foot, and put them to fearful rout; how the army had fallen back again just when the Kentuckians were running like sheep, and how he himself had stayed in the rear with Lieutenant Boggs and Lieutenant Skaggs, "to cover their retreat, suh," and how the purveyor, if he would just go up through the Gap, would doubtless find the cannon that the enemy had left behind in their flight.
Skaggs had got all that he wanted; much more, in fact, than he had expected. The Colonel held him for a while yet to enlarge upon the views that he had expressed. When the reporter finally left him, it was with a cheery "Good-night, Colonel. If I were a criminal, I should be afraid of that analytical mind of yours!" He went upstairs chuckling.
Accepting the world as his home, he ventured forth to visit every nook and cranny of it. In course of time he came upon his old-time neighbour and boyhood friend, Taswell Skaggs, in the city of Shanghai. Neither of them had seen the British Isles in two years or more. "'Ow do you know?" demanded Taswell. "Haven't I been there, old chap? A year or more?
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