Chapter 15: Wherein the Pace Slackens—but Only for a Few Hours

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌⁠"Say, old man," muttered Devar, gazing fixedly at Brodie's broad shoulders as Broadway unrolled its even width before the car on the uptown journey, "are we the same couple of blighters who met in a bathroom gangway, 'B' Deck, near staterooms 51 and 52, on board the Cunard steamship Lusitania, about twenty-one hours since; or have we become dematerialized?"

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