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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"Guy Garrick"

In fact the plan rather
appealed to me. If any blow were to be struck it must be just a
little bit ahead of any that the gamblers anticipated, and this
was a blow they would not expect if they already had wind of
Warrington's intention to cancel the lease.
Garrick called up Dillon and made an appointment to meet him early
in the evening, without telling him what was afoot.
"Meet me down at police headquarters, Tom," was all that Garrick
said to me. "I want to work here at the office for a little while,
first, testing a new contrivance, or, rather, an old one that I
think may be put to a new use."
Meanwhile I decided to employ my time by visiting some newspaper
friends that I had known a long time on the Star, one of the most
enterprising papers in the city. Fortunately I found my friend,
Davenport, the managing editor, at his desk and ready to talk in
the infrequent lulls that came in his work.
"What's on your mind, Marshall?" he asked as I sat down and began
to wonder how he ever conducted his work in the choatic clutter of
stuff on the top of his desk.


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