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Mervin Brown has at least the virtue of knowing his own mind," Nigel replied dryly. The automobile turned in through the great entrance gates of the South London Aeronautic Terminus and commenced a slow ascent along the broad asphalted road to what, a few years ago, had been esteemed a new wonder of the world. Maggie rose to her feet with a little exclamation of wonder.
It is he who has been pulling the strings in Russia and China, and, I fear, another country." "What I want to arrive at," Mr. Mervin Brown said, a little impatiently, "is something definite." "Let me put it my own way," Nigel begged. "A very large section of our present-day politicians you, if I may say so, amongst them, Mr.
You will remember that I placed all these facts before you on the occasion of a previous visit." Mervin Brown nodded. "Anything else?" he asked patiently. "You know that a special envoy from China is on his way here at the present moment to meet Immelan?" "Oscar Immelan, the German Commissioner?" "The same," Nigel assented.
Mervin Touchet, Sir John Packington, Sir Walter Blount, Sir Ralph Clare, Mr. Ralph Sheldon, of Beoly, Mr. John Washbourn, of Wichinford, with forty horse; Mr. Thomas Hornyhold, of Blackmore-park, with forty horse; Mr. Thomas Acton, Mr. Robert Blount, of Kenswick, Mr. Robert Wigmore, of Lucton, Mr. F. Knotsford, Mr. Peter Blount, and divers others."
It suggested, did it not, that the principal movers against us would be Russian and China and a country which you prefer just now not to mention?" "But that country is our ally!" Mr. Mervin Brown exclaimed. Nigel smiled a little sadly. "She has been," he admitted. "Still, if you had been au fait with diplomatic history thirty years ago, Mr.
I was ashamed to quit. I did it again. That won me another five days' cells. Picking a Pal for Switzerland Cold Feet The Talk in the Wood Nothing Succeeds Like Success and ! Simmons and Brumley Try Their Hand. Mervin Simmons of the 7th, and Frank Brumley of the 3rd Battalion, Canadian Expeditionary Force were planning to escape. Word of it leaked through to me.
"My uncle was murdered, and a secret report of certain doings on the continent, which he was decoding at the time, was stolen." "The medical evidence scarcely bears out your statement," Mr. Mervin Brown pointed out dryly, "nor have the police been able to discover how any one could have obtained access to the room, or left it, without leaving some trace of their visit behind.
She slipped her own garland over her head, but it had become entangled in the string of Oriental pearls that Mervin, an elderly sugar king, had placed around her neck when he drove her and her father down to the steamer. She fought with the pearls that clung to the flowers. The transport was moving steadily on. Steve was already beneath her. This was the moment.
He went out on the quest after the neighboring district had been combed for his wife, and he had spent the intervening months in a ceaseless search, which grew more and more disheartening. It was only by chance that he remembered that Mervin had lived for some time in Sour Creek, and only with the faintest hope of finding a clue that he decided to visit that place.
Nigel nodded. "I cannot answer your question," he admitted. "I was looking to Jesson's report to give us an idea as to that." "You shall see it to-morrow," Mr. Mervin Brown promised. "It is round at the War Office at the present moment." "Without seeing it," Nigel went on, "I expect I can tell you one startling feature of its contents.
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