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Havoc by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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said, as might be very possible, that you don't remember any one."

"It makes me a bit nervous, though," Shepherd remarked apologetically.
"They're a regular keen-looking tribe, I can tell you. Their eyes
seem to follow you all over the place."

"I shall come in for a drink presently myself," Laverick declared.
"I should like to see them. I might get an idea as to their
nationality, at any rate."

"Very good, sir. I'm sure I'm doing just as you suggested. I've
said nothing about leaving, but I'm beginning to grumble a bit at
the work, so as to pave the way. It's a hard job, and no mistake.
I had thirty-nine chops between one and half-past, single-handed,
too, with only a boy to carry the bread and that, and no one to
serve the drinks unless they go to the counter for them. It's
more than one man's work, Mr. Laverick."

Laverick assented.

"So much the better," he declared. "All the more excuse for your
leaving.

"You '11 be round sometime to-day, sir, then?" the man asked, taking
up his hat.

"I shall look in for a few moments, for certain," Laverick answered.
"If you get a chance you must point out to me one of those fellows."

Jim Shepherd departed. There was a shouting of newspaper boys in
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