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Bennet Copplestone. The Lost Naval Papers
The Lost Naval Papers
Table of Contents
PART I. WILLIAM DAWSON. CHAPTER. I A STORY AND A VISIT. II AT CLOSE QUARTERS. III AN INQUISITION. IV SABOTAGE. V BAFFLED. VI GUESSWORK. VII THE MARINE SENTRY. VIII TREHAYNE'S LETTER. PART II. MADAME GILBERT. IX THE WOMAN AND THE MAN. X A PROGRESSIVE FRIENDSHIP. XI AT BRIGHTON. PART III. SEE IS TO BELIEVE. XII DAWSON PRESCRIBES. XIII THE SEEN AND THE UNSEEN. XIV A COFFIN AND AN OWL. PART IV. THE CAPTAIN OF MARINES. XV DAWSON REAPPEARS. XVI DAWSON STRIKES. XVII DAWSON TELEPHONES FOR A SURGEON. PART I
WILLIAM DAWSON. CHAPTER I
A STORY AND A VISIT
I. BAITING THE TRAP
II. THE TRAP CLOSES
CHAPTER II
AT CLOSE QUARTERS
CHAPTER III
AN INQUISITION
CHAPTER IV
SABOTAGE
CHAPTER V
BAFFLED
CHAPTER VI
GUESSWORK
CHAPTER VII
THE MARINE SENTRY
CHAPTER VIII
TREHAYNE'S LETTER
SIR,
JOHN TREHAYNE
PART II
MADAME GILBERT. CHAPTER IX
THE WOMAN AND THE MAN
CHAPTER X
A PROGRESSIVE FRIENDSHIP
CHAPTER XI
AT BRIGHTON
PART III
TO SEE IS TO BELIEVE. CHAPTER XII
DAWSON PRESCRIBES
CHAPTER XIII
THE SEEN AND THE UNSEEN
CHAPTER XIV
A COFFIN AND AN OWL
PART IV
THE CAPTAIN OF MARINES. CHAPTER XV
DAWSON REAPPEARS
CHAPTER XVI
DAWSON STRIKES
CHAPTER XVII
DAWSON TELEPHONES FOR A SURGEON
THE END
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Bennet Copplestone
Published by Good Press, 2019
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"They have," assented he, with obvious satisfaction. "I sent a copy of the story to my Chief—just to put myself straight with him. I said that it was all quite unauthorised, and that I would have stopped it if I could."
"Oh no, you wouldn't. Don't talk humbug, Mr. William Dawson. During the past two months you have pranced along the streets with your head in the clouds. And in your own home Mrs. Dawson and the little Dawsons—if there are any—have worshipped you as a god. There is nothing so flattering as the sight of oneself in solid black print upon nice white paper. Confess, now. Are you not at this moment carrying a copy of that story of mine in your breast pocket next your heart, and don't you flourish it before your colleagues and rivals about six times, a day?"
