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A more ludicrous specimen of tumble-down humanity it would be impossible to find! A drunken old thief I'll lay you any thing! Catch me leaving a sov where he could spy the shine of it!" "And don't you count that pitiful, Cornelius? Can you see one of your own kind, with heart and head and hands like your own, so self-abandoned, so low, so hopeless, and feel no pity for him?
Joe had been scheduled to observe some of the combat taking place in Chinese Turkestan with nomad rebels. He had looked forward to the experience, in view of his own background, wondering in what manners the Sov forces of the Pink Army differed from the mercenary armies of the West-world. He said now, "Why not?" Armstrong snorted. "You'd never come out alive.
Some muffs take guides up, but they cost four or five pounds, so we're going without. That boat fellow at Montreux got to be a regular nuisance. In fact, that's why we came on here a day earlier. He came up twice a day to the inn, and we couldn't shake him off. We gave him a sov., which was twice what he had a right to. He swore he'd have two pounds or bring up a policeman with him next time.
I was unlucky enough to secure one of the many insignificant clubs who never survived the first round, and so my "sov." was a dead letter.
One of them said, "Major Mauser, may we present you to Lieutenant Bela Kossuth of the Pink Army?" They were, evidently using Joe's old title of rank, as if he were retired rather than dismissed from the Category Military. It meant little to Joe Mauser. The Sov officer clicked his heels, bowed from the waist, extended his hand to be shaken.
"And how long was he with her?" asked Calton, who had been listening attentively. "'Bout arf-a-hour," answered Sal. "I takes 'im back to Russell Street 'bout twenty-five minutes to two, 'cause I looked at the clock on the Post Office, an' 'e gives me a sov., an' then he goes a-tearin' up the street like anything."
Holland, Hodgson and Arpád were staring at each other, somewhat like small boys, or strange dogs. Hodgson grumbled, his voice, for once, forgetting to express laziness, "Our records show you to be a Sov espionage agent." The Hungarian nodded, equally suspicious. "That is my official position.
The Sov colonel waggled a finger at him. "But, no, you misunderstand completely, Lieutenant Andersen. We study the bloody fracases of the West. Following the campaigns of such tacticians as your Marshal Stonewall Cogswell goes far toward the training of our own Pink Army in its, ah, fracases."
Just as he reached it, he turned and said one last thing to Joe Mauser. In spite of Nadine Haer's protests, Joseph Mauser insisted that they abide by the Sov government's expulsion order on the following day. A special plane took them to London, and they there caught the regular shuttle to Greater Washington. At least, Joe, Nadine and Max did, General Armstrong remained on in London.
"I was on'y thinkin', marm, that if you wants to befriend us poor boys they calls us waifs an' strays an' all sorts of unpurlite names you've on'y got to send a sov, or two to Miss Annie Macpherson, 'Ome of Hindustry, Commercial Street, Spitalfields, an' you'll be the means o' doin' a world o' good as I 'eard a old gen'l'm with a white choker on say the wery last time I was down there 'avin' a blow out o' bread an' soup."
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