Cleek: the Man of the Forty Faces  by Thomas W. Hanshew
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			"Pohon-Upas, Antjar, Galanga root, Ginger and Black Pepper--that's the 
			Javanese method of procedure, I believe. Ayupee!--yes, assuredly, Ayupee!" "What the dickens are you talking about, Cleek? And what does all that gibberish and that word 'Ayupee' mean?" "Nothing--nothing. At least, just yet. I say, put on your hat, and let's go for a pull on the river, Mr. Narkom. I've had enough of mysteries for to-day and am spoiling for another hour in a boat." Then he screwed round on his heel and walked out into the brilliant summer sunshine. CHAPTER IV Promptly, at the hour appointed, "Mr. Jim Rickaby" and his black servant arrived at Laburnam Villa; and certainly the former had no cause to complain of the welcome he received at the hands of his beautiful young hostess. He found her not only an extremely lovely woman to the eye, but one whose gentle, caressing ways, whose soft voice and simple girlish charm were altogether fascinating, and, judging from outward appearances, from the tender solicitude for her elderly husband's comfort and well-being, from the look in her eyes when she spoke to him, the gentleness of her  | 
		
			
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