Captain Motes knew that as an intelligence officer he could trust himself. Lucinda wept when he told her they were sailing the following morning. He told too the number of ships in the convoy. He guessed also that they’d land on the northwest coast of Africa. —We must rig up a code, lovey, she said panting, so I’ll always know just where you are. And all the other pieces of information a wifey needs for her peace of mind. —Not necessary, he answered smiling and patting her hand. He looked around the restaurant with a hideous penetration, then took something with a wooden handle on it out of
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