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The noose was at its throat when I called for help. With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol in the other, Blueskin rushed up stairs. "Where are the packets committed to your charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?" "The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. If there was a Yankee bar-keep in HongKong, James Boyle would soon locate him.
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