"Is there anything sufficiently lingering? Let me suggest boiling oil;
or I understand that roasting over a slow fire is considered tasty.
Either of those methods would appeal to you, wouldn't it?"
"I don't deny it!" Blenheim answered in a tone that was convincing. "You
haven't endeared yourself to us, my friend, in the last hour. But we
can't spare you yet; our plans for the evening are lively ones and they
include you. I told you, didn't I, that we were going to no man's-land
via the trenches, when we finished this affair?"
"You told me many interesting things. I've forgotten some of the
details." I was aware of a thrill of excitement. The man was worried; so
much was sure.
"You will recall them presently, or if you don't, I'll refresh your
memory. The fact is, Mr. Bayne, you have put a pretty spoke in our
wheel. It stands this way: our papers are made out for a party of four
officers, and you have eliminated Schwartzmann. Don't you owe us some
amends for that? You like disguises, I gather from your costume. What
do you say to putting on a new one, a pale-blue uniform, and seeing us
through the lines?"
He looked, while uttering this wild pleasantry, about as humorous as
King Attila.
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