John T. McIntyre

John T. McIntyre

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Portrait of John T. McIntyre John T. McIntyre Ashton-Kirk, Secret Agent

The other laughed quietly.
"You are modest," remarked he. "And sometimes, if the real truth were known, the knowledge of the man who says little is of great value." He stood back a trifle, the yellow, finely-kept hands softly clasped; the round, lineless face beaming like that of a child. "And for all I know," he added, purringly, "you may know a great deal."
"You are very kind to think so," said Ashton-Kirk, and the tone was so open and pleasant that Fuller wondered if he had been at fault when he had fancied that he had caught a second meaning in the words of the Oriental.
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Portrait of John T. McIntyre John T. McIntyre Ashton-Kirk, Secret Agent

Pendleton had kept Stella Corbin well within range; both the girl and her companion seemed to interest her greatly.
"And so," she said to Colonel Stelzner, "you think Mr. Ashton-Kirk very different from the other government agents?"
He gestured with both hands.
"As different as the sun from the stars," declared he. "The mastery of his art has been to him given. Every one knows him by sight; every one knows him for what he is. And yet he works in such a way that his hand is not noticed until it has closed," here he pantomimed expansively, "and what he has been seeking is in its grasp."
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Portrait of John T. McIntyre John T. McIntyre Ashton-Kirk, Secret Agent

Ashton-Kirk nodded.
"It is in the blood of all lands," proceeded Okiu, "to love its native literature. I have many quaint books and rare manuscripts; they are full of the, as you of the West call it, folk-lore of my people. I love it;" the soft voice seemed to caress the subject on which it dwelt; "I sit and smoke and dream for hours. The bright legends of the Samurai sound like music to the mind; and forgotten heroes rise before me in all their ancient power."
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