H. Bedford-Jones

Summary

H. Bedford-Jones,  Irregular Brethren (1919)

“ I realized suddenly that he was strangling Robinson to death.
A mad rush of haste flurried me, made me lose all coherence of motion, impelled me into a perfect fury of action. I might have drawn my automatic, but the thought did not occur to me; the first instinct of a man is to throw whatever is closest to hand, and I was already carrying the rhinoceros horn. I threw it blindly, without aiming, threw it heavily as a man throws the shot, at the head of von Traube. And as my automatic leaped out into my palm, I saw the pointed end of that horn hit the German just above the ear.
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H. Bedford-Jones,  Irregular Brethren (1919)

“ Of course, a man is not allowed to deal in free gold here, but there's not enough gold in this horn to make it worth all that trouble."
A slow smile crept about his mouth. He took a knife from his pocket and opened it.
"True enough, Van Loon. But I've no more use for this contraption, now that the trophy is spoiled; besides, I'm going home to this war—and finish the whole botched job. See here; you'll understand in a moment."
With the knife, Robinson dug at the soft molten gold that filled the end of the horn. A moment, and it came away in his hand—a thin, oval plate of gold.
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H. Bedford-Jones,  Irregular Brethren (1919)

“ The gold was not a fortune in itself, of course; there was nothing to explain the prodigious amount of work that must have been expended upon the affair. Naturally, I took for granted that the whole horn, right down to the point, had been filled with molten gold; it was virgin, soft enough to cut easily with a knife, but I left it just as it was.
I was glad of the find, naturally; I needed the money. We always do, we folk who go up and down the world, from west to east and back again! So, when we ran across Doktor von Traube, I kept the horn out of sight.
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