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The Port of Missing Men by Meredith Nicholson
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The men stared at each other wonderingly for an instant, then both leaped
to their feet.

"It isn't possible!" gasped Durand.

"It is quite possible," replied Chauvenet. "The emblem is unmistakable.
Good God, look!"

The sweat had broken out on Chauvenet's face and he leaped to the chair
where his coat hung, and caught up the garment with shaking hands. The
silk lining fluttered loose where Armitage had roughly torn out the
envelope.

"Who is he? Who is he?" whispered Durand, very white of face.

"It may be--it must be some one deeply concerned."

Chauvenet paused, drawing his hand across his forehead slowly; then the
color leaped back into his face, and he caught Durand's arm so tight that
the man flinched.

"There has been a man following me about; I thought he was interested in
the Claibornes. He's here--I saw him at the Monte Rosa to-night. God!"

He dropped his hand from Durand's arm and struck the table fiercely with
his clenched hand.

"John Armitage--John Armitage! I heard his name in Florence."

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