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CHAPTER TWO | The Gathering of the Missionaries-1
CHAPTER TWO The Gathering of the Missionaries–––––––– I wrote out a wire to Sandy, asking him to come up by the two-fifteen train and meet me at my flat. 'I have chosen my colleague,' I said. 'Billy Arbuthnot's boy? His father was at Harrow with me. I know the fellow—Harry used to bring him down to fish—tallish, with a lean, high-boned face and a pair of brown eyes like a pretty girl's. I know his record, too. There's a good deal about him in this office. He rode through Yemen, which no white man ever did before. The Arabs let him pass, for they thought him stark mad and argued that the hand of Allah was heavy enough on him without their efforts. He's blood-brother to every kind of Albanian bandit. Also he used to take a hand in Turkish politics, and got a huge reputation. Some Englishm
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