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simply say that I wouldn't care to order you shot as things stand now.
But you'll remember that I have only your word that all this happened or
that you are really an American or even that this passport is yours and
that your name is--ah--Devereux Bayne. We'll have to know quite a bit
more before we call this thing settled. How are you going to satisfy his
Majesty the King?"
I plucked up spirit.
"Well," I suggested, "how will this suit you? I'll go down to my
stateroom and stop there until we land in Italy; and, if you like, just
to be on the safe side with such a desperado as I am, you can put a
guard outside my door. But first, you'll send a sheaf of marconigrams
for me in both directions. You're welcome to read them, of course,
before they go. Then when we get to Naples, my friend, Mr. Herriott,
will meet the steamer. He is second secretary at the United States
embassy, and his identification will be sufficient, I suppose. Anyhow,
if it isn't, I dare say the ambassador will say a word for me. I have
known him for years, though not so well.
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