“I—m—m—think it highly advisable, John,” said Welper. “If you wish to inspect our preparations directed toward the—ah—the recovery of the _Red Moon_, I am sure that Sam and Harry will share with me the—m—m—the pleasure of conducting you.” As they walked out into the outer sunshine Lanier said gaily to Welper: “That was a punk frame-up of yours, Barney, when you shoved Lance Ferray at us on the steamer.” “Did you realise my state of mind?” enquired Welper in mild reproach. “Yes; but strychnine!” “Yes,” murmured Welp…
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