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For Honor's Sake

“Tell you a story!” said Mark Devine, as he lighted a fresh cigar, and gave his chair a new hitch, to incline it against the wall of the sitting-room where we sat smoking. “I never saw a youngster with such an insatiable appetite for stories in my life.”

 

“But your detective experiences are so valuable to me,” I urged.

 

“Oh! you want a story of my experience as a detective. Let me see. I don’t think of any just now that would give you any hints for your own guidance save what I have already told you. But there was one instance of pluck that happened under my own eyes down in Maine that I never told you, I guess. Did I? Did I ever tell you about the stage coach affair?”

 

“No. You never told me about any stage coach affair in Maine,” I said, positively.

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