Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
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my landlady's daughter, and she 's the limit."
Vail and Neale both laughed. "You 're slow, Craig," the former said good-humoredly. "I thought better of you than that. However, you will have all day tomorrow. Get on your new clothes, and look around. There 's plenty would jump at the chance." I shook my head. "That's altogether out of my line," I averred. "I 'd rather go alone." "Well, we 'll not war over that. You can leave your wife North if you wish. I tell you what you do. Think it over, and call me up by 'phone about three o'clock tomorrow--here's the number. If you decide on taking a woman along I know one who will answer, and will have her at the train." "I am to leave then tomorrow night?" "Yes, over the Eastern Illinois, at 8:10." There was a moment's silence; then he rustled the paper on the table, and held out a fountain pen. "Sign here." I was not hypnotized, or unduly controlled; my mind seemed clear, but I yielded without a word and wrote my name at the bottom of the sheet. |
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