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"Is that so? Then we mustn't talk here," added Warton, apparently somewhat alarmed. "Who told you so?"

สล็อต xe88 ฝาก ไม่มี ขั้น ต่ำ 184 "Is he a prisoner?" asked Corny, as he got out of the berth. He was absolutely confident that he was himself Lieutenant Christopher Passford, and as absolutely confident that the other officer could not be that person, whoever else he might be. The commander appeared to be considering what Christy had suggested to him in regard to his orders, and the passenger had a minute or two to think of the situation in which he found himself placed. But what was the use to think of it? He was at the end of a blind alley, where there was no light from any direction except that by which he had entered it. He had no premises from which to reason, and it was useless to consider the matter. "Could you hear any slapping of a paddle wheel, or other noises that sound like a steamer?" asked Christy in the same low tone. "Then we understand each other, Mr. Bornhoff," added Christy.