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Updated: June 18, 2025
There's a man here that's wanted by the American police. Send someone here and get him. Benyon. Robbed the New Asiatic Bank in New York. Yes, you've a warrant out for him, five years old.... All right. He hung up the receiver. Benyon sprang to his feet. He stood, shaking, a pitiable sight. Mr Birdsey had risen with him. They stood looking at Waterall. 'You skunk! said Mr Birdsey.
'I have never been there, but I understand that it is quite a place. Are you in business there, Mr Johnson? 'I live there for my health. 'Have you been there some time? inquired Waterall. 'Five years. 'Then it must have been in New York that I saw you, for I have never been to Algiers, and I'm certain I have seen you somewhere.
He was amazed to find that deep down in him there was an unmistakable feeling of elation. He had made up his mind, when he left home that morning, that this was to be a day of days. Well, nobody could call this an anti-climax. 'So that's why you have been living in Algiers? Benyon did not reply. Outside, the Strand traffic sent a faint murmur into the warm, comfortable room. Waterall spoke.
'I'm an American citizen, said Waterall, 'and I happen to have some idea of a citizen's duties. What is more, I'm a newspaper man, and I have some idea of my duty to my paper. Call me what you like, you won't alter that. Mr Birdsey snorted. 'You're suffering from ingrowing sentimentality, Mr Birdsey. That's what's the matter with you.
The young man Waterall leaned forward. His manner was quiet, but his eyes were glittering. 'Wasn't that enough of an adventure for you? he said. Their eyes met across the table. Seated between them, Mr Birdsey looked from one to the other, vaguely disturbed. Something was happening, a drama was going on, and he had not the key to it.
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