Talbot Mundy

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Talbot Mundy The Ivory Trail — Chapter 14 (1919)

Pretending to watch the box and him, I examined every detail of the tent, particularly that side of it opposite the box, away from where it seemed he wanted me to look.
The human eye is a highly imperfect piece of mechanism and the human brain is mostly grayish slush. It was minutes before I detected the edge of his diary, sticking out from the pocket of Fred’s shooting coat that itself protruded from under the folded blanket on which Fred had slept.
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Talbot Mundy The Ivory Trail — Chapter 14 (1919)

Coutlass and Brown were singing songs outside the tent and I sat in a genuine armchair with my feet on a box full of canned plum pudding. (Nobody knows, who has not hungered on the high or low veldt—who has not eaten meat without vegetables for days on end, and then porridge without salt or sugar—how good that common, export, canned plum pudding is! To sit with my feet on the case that contained it was the arrogance of affluence!)
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Talbot Mundy The Ivory Trail — Chapter 14 (1919)

On the other hand, if you want to get out of this country before your diary can reach the hands of the British High Commissioner—you’d just better slide, that’s all!”
“You’ve only until dawn to think it over,” remarked Fred.
“You poor boob!” continued Will. “You imagine we’re criminals because you’re one yourself! The difference between your offer and ours is that you’re bluffing and we know it, whereas we’re not bluffing by as much as a hair, and the quicker you see that the better for you!”
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