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"
The
conductor
will
do
that
.
Michel
!
"
The
contents
of
Mr.
Hardman
's
two
"
grips
"
were
soon
examined
and
passed
.
They
contained
perhaps
an
undue
proportion
of
spirituous
liquor
.
Mr.
Hardman
winked
.
"
It
's
not
often
they
search
your
grips
at
the
frontiers
--
not
if
you
fix
the
conductor
.
I
handed
out
a
wad
of
Turkish
notes
right
away
,
and
there
's
been
no
trouble
so
far
.
"
"
And
at
Paris
?
"
Mr.
Hardman
winked
again
.
"
By
the
time
I
get
to
Paris
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
's
left
over
of
this
little
lot
will
go
into
a
bottle
labelled
hairwash
.
"
"
You
are
not
a
believer
in
Prohibition
,
Monsieur
Hardman
,
"
said
M.
Bouc
with
a
smile
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Hardman
.
"
I
ca
n't
say
Prohibition
has
ever
worried
me
any
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
said
M.
Bouc
.
"
The
speakeasy
.
"
He
pronounced
the
word
with
care
,
savouring
it
.
