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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Voice in the Fog"

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Mason! Forbes' hand shook violently.
"I have seen you with a beard before, in the days when we hadn't time
for razors. I knew you the instant I laid eyes on you. Now, then, a
few words. I do not care to stand in your debt. Haggerty is
down-stairs. Upon two occasions you saved my life . . . Keep your eye
on your man, Forbes! . . . Twice you saved my life. I'm going to give
you a chance in return. An hour's start, perhaps. Forbes, come over
to me. That's it. Give me the automatic. There. Now, go through
their pockets carefully, and put everything in your own. Leave the
money. Mason, a boat leaves to-morrow noon for Liverpool. I'll ship
your trunks and grips to the American Express Company there. Do you
understand? If I ever see you again, I shan't lift a finger to save
you."
The late Lord Henry Monckton shrugged. He had not lived intimately
with this quiet-voiced man for ten years without having acquired the
knowledge that he never wasted words.
"You're a dangerously clever man, Mason. I noted at dinner that in
some manner you had destroyed Haggerty's photograph of your
finger-tips.


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