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Page 106
... Krupnik . ' ' I knew it , the bastard ! ' ' Why ? What's the matter ? ' ' Oh , nothing much . ' He grinned ferociously . ' Just a fascinating little incident . May a windlass knock his brains out , that King of Reporters . Only that I ...
... Krupnik . ' ' I knew it , the bastard ! ' ' Why ? What's the matter ? ' ' Oh , nothing much . ' He grinned ferociously . ' Just a fascinating little incident . May a windlass knock his brains out , that King of Reporters . Only that I ...
Page 107
... Krupnik vanished . Ivanov , furious , ordered him to be brought in , dead or alive . But he was nowhere to be found . He had not spent the night at home . A fortnight went by . One day , I arrived at the office very early as usual ...
... Krupnik vanished . Ivanov , furious , ordered him to be brought in , dead or alive . But he was nowhere to be found . He had not spent the night at home . A fortnight went by . One day , I arrived at the office very early as usual ...
Page 108
... Krupnik jumped and trotted to the door , clutching his pince - nez . We heard him spit angrily on the floor of Aurora's drawing- room , and his clogs drum on the pavement as he left The Seaman for ever . The last of the reporters whom ...
... Krupnik jumped and trotted to the door , clutching his pince - nez . We heard him spit angrily on the floor of Aurora's drawing- room , and his clogs drum on the pavement as he left The Seaman for ever . The last of the reporters whom ...
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