The Box with Broken Seals by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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Chief Downs observed, as the three men left the room and stepped into
the elevator. "They've been working on their job since before the war, and there isn't a harbour on the east or west coast that they haven't got sized up. They've spent a million dollars in graft since January, and there's a rumour that the new Navy Department scheme for dealing with submarines, which was only adopted last month, is there among the rest." "Anything else?" Crawshay asked indolently. The Chief of Police glanced first at his questioner and then at Hobson. "What else should there be?" he enquired. "No idea," the Englishman replied. "Secret Service papers of the usual description, I suppose. By-the-by, I hear that this man Jocelyn Thew has stated openly that he is going to take all the papers he wants with him into Germany, and that there isn't a living soul can stop him." Hobson's square jaw was set a little tighter, and his narrow eyes flashed. "That's some boast to make," he muttered. "Kind of a challenge, isn't it? What do you say, Mr. Crawshay?" Crawshay, who had been gazing out of the window of the taxicab, looked back again. His tone was almost indifferent. |
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