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THE LOST TRUMPET 225
He brought an automatic pistol out of his jacket-
pocket and swung it idly to and fro on his finger¬
tip, presently, I think, a little piqued at my indiffer¬
ence and casual question :
“And why should this interest me ?”
“Because we’ve still details of this jaunt to discuss ;
and you might lose your temper again.”
‘I have no details at all to discuss with you.”
“Not even as Aslaug’s guardian ?”
I said nothing. He moved into a more easy position.
Like to hear what we arranged when I paid her that
visit last night ?”
I stared backwards, paying him no heed. He
began to whistle, and then to hum in a voice that
had lilt and youthfulness enough, spite the fact
that it was a drunkard’s voice :
“ ‘Oh, what’s the greatest pleasure
The tongue o’ man can name ?
’Tis to kiss a bonny lassie V
When the kye come hame !’
“My job to-night, Colonel Saloney. What a treat
for the Abu Zabal cows ! No more good material
going waste. What are you going to do about it ?”
I looked at him then. “Last night I told you
what would happen if you interfered with Miss
Simonssen. And that can still happen.” Abruptly I
took his right arm and twisted it behind him. He
struggled ineffectually. The Browning automatic
lay in my hand. An instant more and it had sailed
over the tail-board of the tender.
p
He brought an automatic pistol out of his jacket-
pocket and swung it idly to and fro on his finger¬
tip, presently, I think, a little piqued at my indiffer¬
ence and casual question :
“And why should this interest me ?”
“Because we’ve still details of this jaunt to discuss ;
and you might lose your temper again.”
‘I have no details at all to discuss with you.”
“Not even as Aslaug’s guardian ?”
I said nothing. He moved into a more easy position.
Like to hear what we arranged when I paid her that
visit last night ?”
I stared backwards, paying him no heed. He
began to whistle, and then to hum in a voice that
had lilt and youthfulness enough, spite the fact
that it was a drunkard’s voice :
“ ‘Oh, what’s the greatest pleasure
The tongue o’ man can name ?
’Tis to kiss a bonny lassie V
When the kye come hame !’
“My job to-night, Colonel Saloney. What a treat
for the Abu Zabal cows ! No more good material
going waste. What are you going to do about it ?”
I looked at him then. “Last night I told you
what would happen if you interfered with Miss
Simonssen. And that can still happen.” Abruptly I
took his right arm and twisted it behind him. He
struggled ineffectually. The Browning automatic
lay in my hand. An instant more and it had sailed
over the tail-board of the tender.
p
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205192402 |
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Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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