The Black Box by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"We are in search of a desperate criminal whom we believe to be on board your steamer," Quest explained. "Please take us on board." The Captain shook his head. "Are you from Scotland Yard?" he asked. "Have you got your warrant?" "We are from America," Quest answered, "but we've got a Scotland Yard man with us, and a warrant, right enough." "Any extradition papers?" "No time to get them yet," Quest replied, "but the man's wanted for murder." "Are you from the New York police?" Quest shook his head. "I am a private detective," he announced. "I am working in conjunction with the New York Police." The Captain shook his head. "I am over an hour late," he said, "and it's costing me fifty pounds a minute. If I take you on board, you'll have to come right along with me, unless you find the fellow before we've left your tug behind." Quest turned around. |
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