Henry Coxwell

Summary

Henry Coxwell A knight of the air

When Lucy had ensconced herself in a railway carriage for Newhaven, she was glad to be alone, for her face was flushed, and she began to have misgivings as to whether she had done the correct thing to tell a stranger what she had heard. At the same time, if the man was a detective—and she had heard Warner speak of such a name as Hawksworth—she had done the right thing at the right time, for she was eager that Falcon should be in custody.
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Henry Coxwell A knight of the air

Yes, Harry, there you are, as plain as a pike-staff, in the water, lifting up a lady, who looks more dead than alive, into a boat. She has golden hair—dear, dear—and some distance from her is a man. Surely I know that face. Who is he, photographer?”
“He was said to be the lady’s intended, sir.”
“The deuce he was; he doesn’t look as if he were worthy of her. I’m glad to see my nephew occupies the post of honour.”
“It was a splendid act on the part of Mr Harry Goodall, but the gent who is holding down the boat to balance it whilst the lady is being lifted in, doesn’t show up to great advantage.”
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Henry Coxwell A knight of the air

Let us merely call ourselves experimentalists who do not desire publicity—remember that now.”
“Don’t forget, sir, that they know me,” said Trigger.
“Hold your tongue, Tom; I am very angry with you.”
“There is really nothing to be frightened about, Harry,” urged the captain. “Neither Squire Dove nor his daughter know you personally, and as to Trigger, you can call him the balloon pilot.”
“Bother his pilotage, and my own too! I ought to say, however, we are all agreed not to divulge our names.”
“Oh, do listen,” said Miss Chain; “they are so anxious to have us down.”
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