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Where you going, Redwood? Get a hat! Nonsense. Have mine. You want
guns, man--not hats. Got money? Enough? All right. So long.
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Where's the telephone, Bensington?"
Bensington wheeled about obediently and led the way.
Cossar used and replaced the instrument. "Then there's the wasps," he
said. "Sulphur and nitre'll do that. Obviously. Plaster of Paris. You're
a chemist. Where can I get sulphur by the ton in portable sacks? What
for? Why, Lord bless my heart and soul!--to smoke out the nest, of
course! I suppose it must be sulphur, eh? You're a chemist. Sulphur
best, eh?"
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Yes, I should think sulphur."
Nothing better?"
Right. That's your job. That's all right. Get as much sulphur as you
can--saltpetre to make it burn. Sent? Charing Cross. Right away. See
they do it. Follow it up. Anything?"
He thought a moment.
"Plaster of Paris--any sort of plaster--bung up nest--holes--you know.
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