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The Remarkable Mr. Turnbull
Wayne bent over them, and read on one—
"LAST FIGHTING.
REDUCTION OF THE CENTRAL DERVISH CITY.
REMARKABLE, ETC."
REDUCTION OF THE CENTRAL DERVISH CITY.
REMARKABLE, ETC."
On the other he read—
"LAST SMALL REPUBLIC ANNEXED.
NICARAGUAN CAPITAL SURRENDERS AFTER A
MONTH'S FIGHTING.
GREAT SLAUGHTER."
NICARAGUAN CAPITAL SURRENDERS AFTER A
MONTH'S FIGHTING.
GREAT SLAUGHTER."
Wayne bent over them again, evidently puzzled; then he looked at the dates. They were both dated in August fifteen years before.
"Why do you keep these old things?" he said, startled entirely out of his absurd tact of mysticism. "Why do you hang them outside your shop?"
"Because," said the other, simply, "they are the records of the last war. You mentioned war just now. It happens to be my hobby."
Wayne lifted his large blue eyes with an infantile wonder.
"Come with me," said Turnbull, shortly, and led him into a parlour at the back of the shop.
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