Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. It was wonderful. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. South America was big; but ten thousand islands, scattered all over the biggest ocean on the map! Nearly all of them clear of the ship lanes and beaten tracks! The best thing he could do would be to call up the Quai d'Orsay and turn over the job to Lecocq. At last his voice came to release her tension. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. And let ush go back to our brandewyn, and hollandsche genever. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. " "Arm yourself with that ruffian's weapons," replied Jack, "and let us search for her. I loathe this room.
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