STO'B 3

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As Phillip considered, the opera let out, delivering him from his dillema. Dozens, hundreds of people suddenly appeared, flowing between and around the men; a fight was no longer possible. And here was Jevons, along with another officer Phillip recognized but did not know, calling Phillip's name. "Phillip, I say, Phillip, you missed a marvelous performance. But come, let us wet the swab, and drink to your new command. You know Mr Boswell, I believe. But am I interrupting something?" he asked, noticing first Phillip's intent look and then Black Coat, still standing there with his hand on his undrawn sword.

"No," said Phillip, and raising his voice above the crowd, "My name is Fitton, sir, and I am staying at the Crown."

"Mine is M'Mullen," Black Coat replied, "and any note left at the Grapes, on Fox Lane, will reach me." He turned his back and Phillip watched him vanish into the crowd.

"No," Phillip said to Jevons, again, "not at all." He turned to Boswell, standing there beside his friend, and extended his hand. "A pleasure to meet you," Phillip said, and when Boswell had said the same and they shook hands, Phillip continued, "Richards got the Rattler, and the promotion."


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