Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, February 7, 1917 by Various
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"You'll 'ave guessed by now that she was none other than the _Pearl of
Asia_; an' no wonder I 'adn't reckernised 'er, what with the mess she was in alow and aloft, an' allyminian paint all over the poop railin's as would 'ave made our old blue-nose mate die o' rage. "'You carry on 'ere,' I says to the feller that was with me; 'I'm goin' for'ard a minute.' "'Arf a minute, an' I was in my old bunk; an' there was the cache all right, just like I left it." He paused dramatically; I supposed it was for histrionic effect, but it lasted so long that I said, "And so I suppose you sent the ring to the girl after all?" "Oh! '_er!_" he said, with an air of surprise, "I've forgot 'er name and all about 'er, only that she 'ad a brother in one o' them monkey-boats of ELDER DEMPSTER'S--'e 'ad the biggest thirst I ever struck." "But the ring?" I said. "I suppose it was there all right?" He stopped his pipe down with his thumb, with an enigmatical expression. "That's where the bloomin' coincidence come in," he said; "it weren't." C.F.S. * * * * * [Illustration: _Colonel_ (_to private told off to act as caddie_). "NOW I |
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