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āļāļāļĨāļāļ āđāļĨāđāļ āđāļāļĄ āđāļāļ āļāļĩāđ "Why was it necessary to give secret orders for such an expedition as this?" asked Corny. "You don't like it!" exclaimed the engineer of the Bellevite. It was now all as clear to Christy as though he had observed the proceedings of the conspirators, and taken notes of all they had done. The purpose of all these operations was quite as obvious as the details of the scheme. Either the Vernon or the Bronx was to be captured, perhaps both, for of course Christy could not determine in what manner the mischief was to be accomplished. Prisoner of war as he was, he never felt burdened with a greater responsibility than when he realized the actual situation. "No, sir; it is not. I had the misfortune to leave it on the table at Bonnydale, and Walsh, the man-servant, supposing it to be of no value, threw it into the fire," replied Corny promptly.