The Box with Broken Seals by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"They are not quite so credulous," he replied, "but at the present
moment they are in Chicago, and if we get off at four o'clock punctually to-morrow afternoon, I scarcely think I shall be troubled with their presence on the _City of Boston_." "I have been reading about the trunk," the girl said. "Is it really a fake?" "Entirely," he assured her. "There is not a single document in it which concerns either us or our friends. Everything that is of vital importance will be on the _City of Boston_ to-morrow and under my charge." She looked at him wonderingly. "But, Mr. Thew," she exclaimed, "you are clever, I know--even wonderful--but what possible chance have you of getting those things through--on an American steamer, too!" "I have to take my risks, of course," he admitted coolly, "but the game is worth it. I can't live without excitement, as you know, and it's getting harder and harder to find on this side of the ocean. Besides, there is the money. I can think of several uses for a hundred thousand pounds." She caught his wrist suddenly and leaned across the table. "Can I come with you?" she asked breathlessly. He shook his head. "I shouldn't advise a sea voyage just now, Nora," he said. "It isn't |
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