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 from a wall map of the Caribbean down to the brass key, and then back to the map again.

"You'd think our Uncle Samuel had enough troubles without trying to play school-teacher to those dinky little fire-eaters down there," he meditatively ventured as he took out another of his black Hondurian cigars, and once more fell to studying the map of the Caribbean.

The operator, bent low over his apparatus, did not deign to answer him.