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country to another. If the complainants request it the warrant need not be served. It ’s up to you!”
“Nevertheless,” answered Sir Hubert, “I shall not interfere. The law must take its course. Later on we will see what can be done.”
Micky shrugged his shoulders, while the Chilvers girl threw herself upon the bunk and burst into a torrent of weeping.
Trevelyan started towards the door, but before reaching it, he turned.
“However,—in view of all the circumstances I will take the matter up with our local board before sending Chilvers back to England,” he said gruffly. “Meantime I will withhold the warrant, and merely keep him under surveillance. But I warn you,” he looked sternly at Mrs. Chilvers, “that this is only temporary and that the chances are we shall allow the extradition proceedings to be carried through.”
He walked out sententiously.
“Fiddlesticks!” cried Lily. “He thinks he means it,—but he does n’t. He ’s all for law and order and all that sort of thing—270
