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"Nothing?"
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"Not a bite. I had no time to think of it."
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"And how have you succeeded?"
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"Well."
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"You have a clue?"
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"I have them in the hollow of my hand. Young Openshaw shall not long remain unavenged. Why, Watson, let us put their own devilish trade-mark upon them. It is well thought of!"
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"What do you mean?"
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He took an orange from the cupboard, and tearing it to pieces he squeezed out the pips upon the table. Of these he took five and thrust them into an envelope. On the inside of the flap he wrote "S. H. for J. 0." Then he sealed it and addressed it to "Captain James Calhoun, Bark Lone Star, Savannah, Georgia."
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"That will await him when he enters port," said he, chuckling.
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