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1929 · PDF PAGE 37

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…ted. Then suddenly, quite clear and loud, attempting to rise in the bed: “I smashed Magdalen into a million pieces with an axe.” After a moment's pause: “a million is not very many now-a-days." From this—which I now see to have been the speech of a sane Arthur—he dropped again into de- lirium. “A million pieces,” “a cool million,” “a million mil- lion million million million million” and so on: then abruptly: “Fanny’s dog’s dead.” I cannot explain the last sentence to my readers; I may, however, remark that it meant everything to me. I burst in…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 27

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…ay I received a telegram from Professor Blair, “Will you be my wife?” I had never realized myself as a woman, or him as a man, till that moment, and in that moment I knew that I loved him and had always loved him. It was a case of what one might call “Love at first absence.” My father recov- ered rapidly; I returned to Cambridge; we were married during the May week, and went immediately to Switzer- land. I beg to be spared any recital of so sacred a period of my life: but I must record one fact. We were sitting in a garden by Lago Maggiore afte…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 40

The Stratagem and Other Stories

The sick man stirred feebly. A portion of his brain had shaken off the poison for the moment, and was working furiously against time. “I am going to die. “The consolation of death is Religion. “There is no use for Religion in life. “How many atheists have I not known sign the arti- cles the sake of fellowships and livings! Religion in life is either an amusement and a soporific or a sham and a swindle. “I was brought up a Presbyterian “How easily I drifted into the English Church! “And now where is God? “Where is the Lamb of God? “Where is the …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 9

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…tered his code (which had been of a different order) and replied with a Morse B on my own system. I answered C; he returned D. From that moment we could talk fluently and freely as if we were on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix in our beloved Paris. However, conversation in such circum- stances is a lengthy affair. During the whole march to our work he only managed to say, ‘Escape soon—please God.’ Before his crime he had been an atheist. I was indeed glad to find that punishment had brought repen- tance.” Bevan himself was relieved. He had c…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 1

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…a- tioned opposite the guard’s van, had witnessed without emotion the hurling forth of two trunks like rocks from a volcano, and after a moment’s contemplation had, with

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1929 · PDF PAGE 8

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…r he had been about a month upon the is- land (I had been there seven months myself) he stum- bled and fell as if struck by the sun at a moment when I was close to him. And as he lay upon the ground he managed to pinch my ankle three times. I caught his glance—he hinted rather than gave me the sign of rec- ognition of the fraternity of Freemasons. Are you a Ma- son?” “I am Past Provincial Deputy Grand Sword-Bearer of this province,” returned Bevan. “I founded Lodge 14,883, ‘Boetic’ and Lodge 17,212, ‘Colenso’. And I am Past Grand Haggai in my P…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 14

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… day. “The spy, stricken by yellow fever, dropped suddenly dead in the fields before noon ‘Cease work’ had sounded. Instantly, without a moment’s hesitation, Dodu strode across to me and said, at the risk of the lash: ‘The whole plan which I have explained to you in cipher these last four months is a blind. That spy knew all. His lips are sealed in death. I have another plan, the real plan, simpler and surer. I will tell it to you to- morrow.’ The whistle of an approaching engine interrupted this tragic episode of the adventures of Duguesclin.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 33

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… sat up gasping with effort. “I have seen nothing, heard nothing,” I said. “Not one thought has passed from you to me.” But at that very moment what had been in his mind flashed into mine. “It is a blind abyss,” I told him, “and there hangs in it a vulture vaster than the whole starry system.” “Yes,” he said, “that was it. But that was not all. I could not get beyond it. I shall try again.” He tried. Again I was cut off from his thought, al- though his face was twitching so that one might have said that any one might read his mind. “I have been…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 44

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…ath his body to the surgeons, that he had been afraid of being buried alive, anything that might induce him to remove the brain. At that moment I looked into the mirror, I saw that I must not speak. My hair was white, my face drawn, my eyes wild and bloodshot. In utter helplessness and misery I flung myself on the couch in the study, and puffed greedily at cigarettes.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 12

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… the spy for that day. The following day he rapped out ‘Rahu’ very emphatically, meaning that the next lunar eclipse would be the proper moment for our evasion, and spent the rest of the day in small talk, so as to lull the suspicions of the spy. For three days he had no opportunity of saying anything, being in the hospital with fever. On the fourth day: ‘I have dis- covered that spy is a damned swine of an opium- smoking lieutenant from Toulon. We have him; he doesn’t know Paris. Now then—draw a line from the Gare de l’Est to the Etoile; erect…

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