Prev | Current Page 194 | Next

Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Gordon Craig Soldier of Fortune"

"
"It has nothing whatever to do with the Henley matter," he exclaimed,
leaning back in his chair, and surveying me shrewdly through his dark
eyes. "That is practically settled already, so you will not be further
involved with the girl."
"You would oblige me by leaving her name out of the discussion then," I
interposed coldly. "Even her presence on board is distasteful under
the circumstances."
He chuckled, well satisfied with his diplomacy.
"I understand that; however, we cannot obliterate her entirely. Pretty
enough to be useful too, I imagine, if she can ever be brought to view
this affair from the right angle. Could n't you be induced to attempt
a little, missionary work? Love-making at sea is said to be especially
pleasant."
I shook my head, gazing directly into his eyes, barely able to keep
from throttling him.
"Drop it," I said sternly. "The girl is to be left alone if I have any
part in your scheme. Now I want to know what is expected of me; may I
ask questions?"
He lit another cigarette, calmly indifferent to all outward appearance.
"Certainly--fire away."
"Where are we bound?"
"Spanish Honduras," lazily, but spreading out a map, and tapping it
with his finger. "Perto Cortez, if we can make that port safely; if
not then somewhere along the coast between there and Trupillo.


Pages:
182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206
Fundacja Sloneczko Fundacja Avalon Dzieci Niczyje Mam Marzenie Fundacja Iskierka Życzenia Gucci Handbags Varna hotels Bulgaria projekty domów projekt domu