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"I do," hastened Garrick. "Of course I do. And it may prove to be
a very important clew. But I was just running ahead of your story.
The undersized man couldn't have figured in the case afterward,
assuming that it was the car. He must have left it, probably in
the city. Have you any idea who it could be?"
"Not unless he might be an employee or a keeper of one of those
night-hawk garages," persisted McBirney. "That is possible."
"Quite," agreed Garrick.
McBirney had delivered his own news and in turn had received ours,
or at least such of it as Garrick chose to tell at present. He was
apparently satisfied and rose to go.
"Keep after that undersized fellow, will you?" asked Garrick. "If
you could find out who he is and he should happen to be connected
with one of those garages we might get on the right trail at
last."
"I will," promised McBirney. "He's evidently an expert driver of
motor cars himself; my man could see that."
McBirney had gone. Garrick sat for several minutes gazing squarely
at me.


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