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Updated: July 24, 2025
The troop was not conspicuous for this alone. Three others had their heads done up in handkerchiefs, and a fourth carried his arm in a sling. Five miles to the rear lay the sleeping city of Bleiberg, twenty miles beyond rose the formidable heights of the Thalians.
"To Bleiberg, is it?" "And without loss of time. When we cross the Thalians I shall be perfectly willing to parley with you." "To Bleiberg, then," said Maurice. "Since that is my destination, the devil I care how I get there." "Do you mean to tell me that you are going to Bleiberg?" surprise mingling with his impatience. "No place else." "Are you a spy?" menacingly. "No more than you."
You are a police spy, in the employ of the duchess." Maurice felt the arm draw, and bore down on it. "If I was, do you suppose I'd fool my time on this side of the Thalians?" Johann shrugged. "I'm not sure about that," said Maurice, puffing into Johann's face. "When cabinet ministers play spy, small fry like you will not cavil at the occupation. And you are not in their pay?" Johann glared.
Would he regain it? Why did Madame keep Fitzgerald to her strings? He concluded not to bother himself with problems abstract; the main object was to cross the Thalians by a path of his own choosing. When he had covered what he thought to be a quarter of a mile, he mounted a lookout. The highway was about three hundred yards to the left. That was where it should be.
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