Courage, whom I have the pleasure of
greeting."
For once Guest's face lost its immovability of expression. Even his tone
betrayed his admiration.
"Wonderful as ever, my dear sir!" he exclaimed.
"Not in the least," Mr. Magg replied. "I know of your presence here very
simply. Yesterday I cabled my refusal to accept a commission on the other
side."
"They sent to you?" Guest exclaimed in a low tone.
Mr. Magg nodded.
"A very unimportant affair," he answered. "Just a record of your
movements, and to keep you shadowed until the French steamer is in next
week. Unfortunately they forgot one of my unvarying rules--never to
accept a commission against a quondam client."
"You are a great man, Magg!" my companion exclaimed.
"I guess not," the other answered simply. "What do you want with me?"
"Look at my friend," Guest said.
Mr. Magg looked at me, and though his inspection was brief enough, I felt
that, for the rest of my life, I was a person known to Mr. Magg.
"Well?"
"He is going to Europe with me this afternoon--and he is also going West,
a long way west, to shoot anything he can find on four legs.
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