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can do anything By the way, there's a pal of mine, a ship's doctor. He's sailing quite soon. I'll ring him up. He'll get you a passage as purser or something. Here, I'll write down his name."
Tallis drew a pencil from his pocket and wrote on the back of one of his own cards:—
"Dr. Henry Seaman,
S.S. Allanmore,
East India Docks."
"Thanks," said Beresford, taking the card; "but I don't think I'm cut out for a purser."
"No, don't ring for the lift, I'll walk down. 'Bye," and with a wave of his hand Tallis was gone.
Beresford closed the door and returned to his pipe and chair, and the never-ending riddle, THE FUTURE.
