Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
the laugh yet, Danny. Ye stick that other gun in your pocket, now. Is it loaded? Good! And remember that the O'Rourke is a great man, and ye have only to stick by him, and your fortune's as good as made."
He twirled the cylinder; it worked smoothly, easily. "Is it not so?" asked O'Rourke.
Danny dodged a third well-aimed kick. "Sure, an' 'tis the living truth!" he hastened to agree. "Phwat is yer honor going to do, if I may make so bold as to ask?"
"Faith, Danny, I'm going to solve a puzzle. Come on with ye, now, and no hanging back at all, as ye value your peace of mind, Danny."
Quickly and quietly they left O'Rourke's apartments and the grounds of the Hôtel d'Angleterre; in two minutes they were in the street, climbing up the hillside toward the dazzling white citadel that crowns Tangiers.
As they proceeded, O'Rourke enlivened the tedium of a walk at an 'hour so unholy with a running fire of comment and instruction.
"There will be two ways of solving a puzzle, Danny," he said. "One is to take hold of the clue the maker of it puts in your hand, and run around like a chicken with its head off, wondering what 'tis all about. The other and most approved method is to get right at the black heart of the mystery and butt your way out to daylight. Ye follow me?"
"Yis, sor," assented Danny, gaping at the O'Rourke's display of erudition.
"I misdoubt that ye are lying, Danny. At the same time, it is indisputable that a gun in the hand is worth two in the Hôtel d'Angleterre. And 'tis a long worm that has no turning. I'm convinced that the Herr Captain von Wever has reached the end of his rope. Do ye not hold with me there,
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