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Mr. Sabin nodded. "I am perfectly willing," he said, "to answer any questions you may choose to put to me." A plain, hard-featured little man, in a long black overcoat, and holding a bowler hat in his hand, bowed respectfully to Mr. Sabin. "I am much obliged to you, sir," he said. "My name is John Passmore.
Corah was slightly wounded by a sniper, and one or two men were hit with splinters of bomb, but there were no serious casualties. Our bombing parties were very vigorous, and in one case consumed the hot coffee and onions left by a party disturbed at breakfast. In this bombing work, Serjeants A. Passmore, Cave and Meakin, Cpl. Marshall, and L/Cpls. Dawes and A. Carr all distinguished themselves.
"It's going to be a dandy concert this afternoon," said Bert Passmore. "The bandmaster is going to play one of his new marches and a medley of patriotic airs, as well as a piece called 'A Hunt in a Storm. They say it's fine." "I hope they don't have to play it in a storm," returned Dave, with another look at the sky. "Oh, that storm has gone the other way," answered Bert Passmore.
Passmore was asleep, and they were not allowed to disturb him; but on the steps they met Gray Stoddard, and he stopped so decidedly to speak to them that Johnnie could not exactly run away, as she felt like doing. "Your mother!" echoed Stoddard, when Johnnie had told him who the visitor was. He glanced from the tall, fair-haired daughter to the lithe little gypsy at her side.
And then he listened with interest to the story the lads had to tell. "Can't they stay here to-night, Dad?" asked Bert, a little later, when Roger came in. "I want to let them have some of my dry clothing, and it is storming almost as hard as ever." "Certainly, they can stay, if they will and we can get rooms for them," replied Mr. Passmore.
"There is," Passmore continued, "in the foreign district of London a man named Emil Sachs, who keeps a curious sort of a wine-shop, and supplements his earnings by disposing at a high figure of certain rare and deadly poisons. A few days ago the Countess visited him and secured a small packet of the most deadly drug the man possesses." Mr. Sabin sat quite still. He was unmoved.
She glanced over her shoulder; Passmore had got Gray to the top of the declivity, and was attempting to help him down. Both men evidently heard the challenge, but she screamed to them again and again. "Hurry, oh hurry! They're coming they're coming."
We've got the patent all right, and Johnnie cain't help herself. But him with all his money he can help her damn him!" "Yes, and he'll take a holt and hunt up about Pros's silver mine, too," said Himes. "I've always mistrusted the way he's been hangin' round Pros Passmore. Like enough he's hearn of that silver mine, and that's the reason he's after Johnnie."
To be shore the cow died, but he got the medicine down her when it didn't look as if human hands could do it that's the kind of doctor he is." "I aim to give Mr. Passmore a teaspoonful of lamp oil karosene," said the cow doctor, coming forward, evidently feeling that it was time he spoke up himself.
The car was put under the hotel shed, and the boys went in the hotel to prepare for lunch. Mr. and Mrs. Passmore were present and were introduced, and a little later all sat down to eat. There was an amusement park not far from the hotel and the band concert was to be given there, in a large pavilion that was open on the sides.
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