The Cab of the Sleeping Horse by John Reed Scott
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page 89 of 295 (30%)
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"'Well,' was his answer, 'we're almost there, and it's a lucky chance. No trouble at all, Seraphina.' "I had felt the cab round several corners; almost immediately after the last it stopped. I'm a trifle hazy as to what they did; but finally I was passed out of the cab like a corpse and carried into a house. There the wrap was removed from my head; I blinked uncertainly, and looked around in a bewildered fashion. "'Where am I?' I gasped. "The woman replied, 'You're in absolutely no danger, Mrs. Clephane. We want the package you have for the French Ambassador; when we have it, we will send you back to your hotel.' "'What is to be done with the cab?' someone asked. "'Nothing,' another replied. 'The horse will find his way to his stand; he's almost there.' "'But I haven't any package!' I protested. "'Come, come!' the woman answered briskly. 'You have it about you somewhere; that was what you were going to the Embassy to deliver?' "'Who are you?' I demanded. "'It matters not who we are--we want the package.' |
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