You would not be
afraid, Laura?"
"No, indeed."
"The dear old governor is so awfully cautious. Wait, wait, wait, that's
always his cry. I tell him that he ought to have been in the Government
Heavy Ordnance Department. But I'll speak to him tonight. I'll talk
him round. See if I don't. And you must speak to your own governor.
Robert here will back you up. And here are the ports and the dates
that we are due at each. Mind that you have a letter waiting for me at
every one."
He took a slip of paper from the side pocket of his coat, but, instead
of handing it to the young lady, he remained staring at it with the
utmost astonishment upon his face.
"Well, I never!" he exclaimed. "Look here, Robert; what do you call
this?"
"Hold it to the light. Why, it's a fifty-pound Bank of England note.
Nothing remarkable about it that I can see."
"On the contrary. It's the queerest thing that ever happened to me. I
can't make head or tail of it."
"Come, then, Hector," cried Miss McIntyre with a challenge in her eyes.
"Something very queer happened to me also to-day. I'll bet a pair of
gloves that my adventure was more out of the common than yours, though I
have nothing so nice to show at the end of it."
"Come, I'll take that, and Robert here shall be the judge.
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