Meredith Nicholson

The Port of Missing Men Meredith Nicholson

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion. -Troilus and Cressida. "The knowledge that you're alive gives me no pleasure," growled the grim old Austrian premier. "Thank you!" laughed John Armitage, to whom he had spoken. "You have lost none of your old amiability; but for a renowned diplomat, you are remarkably frank. When I called on you in Paris, a year ago, I was able to render you-I believe you admitted it-a slight service."