The Slave Market of Mucar
“Despite their tiredness, Colonel Weeks, Tim Ricketts, and Joe Coates had held a three-sided conference that had seemed to get nowhere. Bacon and eggs and coffee had been cleared away from the table in the colonel's big office before they again started to review the salient points. The colonel's pipe belched smoke and flame as he emphasized his thinking. "If that blasted warden thinks he can stop an inquiry into his crooked jail because he framed Slingsby, he's going to be rudely surprised," he told his junior officers grimly. "They'll laugh him out of court. Trying to pin a jailbreak on my undercover man." He snorted deep down in his throat and a rain of sparks fell on the desk surface as his pipe belched like a volcano in his indignation. Then he made up his mind. He spoke to the HQ building central telephonist. "Get me the governor," he said. There came a tapping at the door and Ricketts went to open it. The colonel's pipe almost slipped out of his mouth, but he managed to save it b...y strong jaw action.MoreLess
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