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Sapper. Jim Maitland
Jim Maitland
Table of Contents
FOREWORD
I. — RAYMOND BLAIR—DRUNKARD
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II. — THE KILLING OF BARON STOCKMAR
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III. — A GAME OF BLUFF
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IV. — COLETTE
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V. — THE FIGHT AT BULL MINE CREEK
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VI. — PETE CORNISH'S REVENGE
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VII. — THE MADMAN AT CORN REEF LIGHTHOUSE
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VIII. — THE SEVEN MISSIONARIES
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IX. — THE ROTTENNESS OF LADY HOUNSLOW
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X. — THE POOL OF THE SACRED CROCODILE
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XI. — AN EXPERIMENT IN ELECTRICITY
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XII. — MOLLY'S AUNT AT ANGMERING
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THE END
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Sapper
Published by Good Press, 2021
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It came with almost as much of a shock to me as it must have to Jim Maitland. For since that day at the club I had not seen Blair again, and, if Blair drunk was a pitiful sight, Blair sober was a thousand times worse. Almost, in fact, did I fail to recognise him. He was crawling about the' floor like a dog and barking, and sometimes the spectators kicked him as he passed, and sometimes they threw him a copper which he clawed at wolfishly.
Leaning over the bar was Dutch Joe, his fat face oozing perspiration and geniality; while, seated at tables round the room, were a dozen or so of the sweepings of every nation—Greeks, English, Germans, Chinamen—temporarily united in the common bond of watching an ex-Balliol man giving an imitation of a dog at the order of a swarthy-looking Dago sitting at a table by himself. It was the Dago who noticed us first, and an ugly sneer appeared on his face. Baiting this drunken sot would prove more interesting in front of three of his own countrymen.
