The Man from the Clouds by J. Storer (Joseph Storer) Clouston
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the coat I said,
"I hope you won't think me unduly cautious if I lock my uniform coat up in one of these drawers. There are certain papers in the pockets which I am bound to be careful of." Again I fancied I caught a brief look of surprise, but it must have been very brief, for his face was as inscrutable as ever as he answered, "Do exactly as you like." A maid came with a jug of hot water and then I was alone. "I wonder if the man believes me?" I said to himself. "Things are going a little too dashed smoothly!" However, there was nothing for it now but playing the game out. I first took the precaution of suddenly and quietly opening the door. There was nobody at the key hole, so I took off my oilskin and put on the tweed coat, and then locked up the top drawer and put the key in my pocket. Hardly necessary to say that drawer remained as empty as the others. "I call that either a very neat dodge, or a devilish silly one," I said to myself. "And which it is depends entirely on the results." As I brushed my hair I thanked my stars I was fair, for a shave was now long overdue. "What a pirate I'd look if I were a brunette!" I thought, and as it was, the recollection of dainty Miss Rendall made me determined to borrow a |
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