This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ...back how some German spy in Paris was writin' love letters to some woman spy in Switzerland who sent 'em on to Berlin, Germany. To read 'em you wouldn't s'pect nothin'--just mush and all. Impressively. But they had a way o' doin' it--a damn sneakin' way. They had a piece o' plain paper with pieces cut ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ...back how some German spy in Paris was writin' love letters to some woman spy in Switzerland who sent 'em on to Berlin, Germany. To read 'em you wouldn't s'pect nothin'--just mush and all. Impressively. But they had a way o' doin' it--a damn sneakin' way. They had a piece o' plain paper with pieces cut out of it an' when they puts it on top o' the letter they sees on'y the words what tells them what they wants to know. An' the Frenchies gets beat in a fight all on account o' that letter. Cocky--Awed. Gawd blimey! They ain't 'arf smart bleeders! y. Davis--Seeing his audience is again all with Aim. An' even if these letters of his do sound all right they may have what they calls a code. You can't never tell. To Driscoi/l, who has finished untying the packet. Read one of 'em, Drisc. My eyes is weak. Driscoi/l--Takes the first one out of its envelope and bends down to the lantern with it. He turns up the wick to give him a better light. I'm no hand to be readin' but I'll try ut. Again there is a muffled groan from Smitty as he strains at his bonds. Davis--Gloatingly. Listen to him! He knows. Go ahead, Drisc!. Driscoll--His brow furrowed with concentration. Ut begins: Dearest Man His eyes travel down the page. An' thin there's a lot av blarney tellin' him how much she misses him now she's gone away to singin' school--an' how she hopes he'll settle down to rale worrk an' not be skylarkin' around now that she's away loike he used to before she met up wid him--and ut ends: "I love you betther than anythin' in the worrld. You know that, don't you, dear? But b'fore I can agree to live out my life wid you, you must prove to me that the black shadow--I won't menshun uts hateful name but you know what I mean--which might wreck both our lives, does...
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