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1929 · PDF PAGE 12

The Stratagem and Other Stories

three, while in one corner is a much larger and thicker cross and two smaller crosses not so symmetrical. This group represents the element of chance; and you will at least gain a hint of the truth if you reflect that eight is the cube of two, and twenty-seven of three.” Bevan looked intelligent. “On the return march,” continued Duguesclin, “Dodu said, ‘The spy is on the watch. But count the letters in the name of Aristotle’s favourite disciple.’ I guessed (as he intended me to do) that he did not mean Aris- totle. He wished to suggest Plato, a…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 23

The Stratagem and Other Stories

It was three months before he recovered, and then with only half a face to face the world with. He still thinks that Gertrude gave him away, for the street-boys have taken to calling him “old Venus.” But he is wrong; the boys have their aesthetic reasons for the name. Gertrude in any case is much too busy to bother her head about him; for, after a year in the Latin Quarter, if she has failed to surpass Degas and Manet and O’Conor, she has at least conquered the great pianist Wlody- wewsky, and it takes her all her time to manage him and keep th…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 10

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… to think highly of my intelligence. ‘By a stratagem,’ he repeated with emphasis. “ ‘I have a plan,’ he continued. ‘It will take twenty- three days to communicate, if we are not interrupted; between three and four months to prepare; two hours and eight minutes to execute. It is theoretically possible to escape by air, by water, or by earth. But as we are watched day and night, it would be useless to try to drive a tunnel to the mainland; we have no aeroplanes or balloons, or means of making them. But if we could once reach the water’s edge, whi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 46

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…m with hell's own paint. I timed one thought: despite its myriad million de- tails, each one clear, vivid and prolonged, it occupied but three seconds of earthly time. I considered the incalculable array of the thoughts in his well-furnished mind; I saw that thousands of years would not exhaust them. But, perhaps, when the brain was destroyed beyond recognition of its component parts—— We have always casually assumed that conscious- ness depends upon a proper flow of blood in the vessels of the brain; we have never stopped to think whether the …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 31

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…t was not he! The indifference had appeared transitory; I now became aware of it as con- stant and increasing. I was at this time twenty-three years old. You wonder that I write with such serious atti- tude of mind. I sometimes think that I have never had any thoughts of my own; that I have always been read- ing the thoughts of another, or perhaps of Nature. I seem only to have been a woman in those first few months of marriage. VII The six months following held for me nothing out of the ordinary, save that six or seven times I had dreams, vivi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 4

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…fiery than it is to- day. I married. Four years later I found my wife in the embraces of a neighbour. I slew him. I slew her. I slew our three children, for vipers breed only vipers. I slew the servants; they were accomplices of the adul- tery, or if not, they should at any rate not witness their master’s shame. I slew the gendarmes who came to take me—servile hirelings of a corrupt republic. I set my castle on fire, determined to perish in the ruins. Unfor- tunately, a piece of masonry, falling, struck me on the arm. My rifle dropped. The acci…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 1

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… whole of Muckshire south of the Tream. And we have certainly one hour to wait, and Heaven knows it’s more likely to be two, and perhaps three. And, of course, there’s not as much as a bar nearer than Fatloam; and if we got there we should positive and actual disgrace to the railway that allows it, to the country that tolerates it, to the civilisation that permits that such things should be. The same thing happened to me here last year, sir, though luckily on that occasion I had but half-an-hour to wait. But I wrote to The Times a strong half-c…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 8

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…m- bled and fell as if struck by the sun at a moment when I was close to him. And as he lay upon the ground he managed to pinch my ankle three times. I caught his glance—he hinted rather than gave me the sign of rec- ognition of the fraternity of Freemasons. Are you a Ma- son?” “I am Past Provincial Deputy Grand Sword-Bearer of this province,” returned Bevan. “I founded Lodge 14,883, ‘Boetic’ and Lodge 17,212, ‘Colenso’. And I am Past Grand Haggai in my Provincial Grand Chapter.” “I knew it!” exclaimed Duguesclin enthusiastically. Bevan began t…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 2

The Stratagem and Other Stories

screwed mouth, mooched along the platform to his grub, which he would find in an isolated cottage some three hundred yards away. In strong contrast to the Englishman, with his mous- tache afforesting a whitish face, marked with deep red rings on neck and forehead, his impending paunchiness and his full suit of armour, was the small, active man with the pointed beard whom fate had thrown first into the same compartment, and then into the same hour of exile from all their fellows. His eyes were astonishingly black and fierce; his beard was grizzl…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 14

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…brain had not only grappled with the problem, but solved it to his satisfaction. The plan was perfect; on the night of the eclipse those three guards would be on duty at such and such gates; Dodu would tear his clothes into strips, bind and gag Bertrand, come and release me. Together we should spring on Rolland, take his uniform and rifle, and leave him bound and gagged. We should then dash for the shore, do the same with Monet, and then, dressed in their uniforms, take the boat of an octopus-fisher, row to the harbour, and ask in the name of t…

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