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mdp.39015063514650	Copplestone Bennet .	The lost naval papers.	1917		.txt	text/plain	58743	4180	86	to my office as soon as possible." Cary found Dawson bubbling with professional satisfaction. "Come and see," said Mr. Dawson, j sides of the fire, Dawson saying nothing, but watching me in that unwinking cat-like way of his which For the second time that day poor Dawson Dawson's movements; his hands flickered like "If," said Dawson, as the time approached for Dawson told his story, and the naval officer's "My good Dawson," said the Admiral gently, We reached Dawson's office in the early afternoon, and found his chief assistant there, but no passed between Dawson and the police sentry outside, and a young man in the uniform of a naval like you to follow up," said Dawson. orders, not at old man Dawson's. "Every man to his trade," said Dawson. "Until you've done your work, sir," said Dawson, "We are at your service, Mr. Dawson," said the	./cache/mdp.39015063514650.pdf	./txt/mdp.39015063514650.txt