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

"Guy Garrick"


On both sides of the street heads were out of windows. On other
houses the steps were full of spectators. Thousands of people must
have swarmed in the street. It was pandemonium.
Yet inside the house into which we had just broken it was all
darkness and silence.
The door had yielded to the scientific sledge-hammering where it
would have shattered, otherwise, all the axes in the department.
What was next?
Garrick jumped briskly over the wreckage into the building.
Instead of the lights and gayety which we had seen on the previous
night, all was black mystery. The robbers' cave yawned before us.
I think we were all prepared for some sort of gunplay, for we knew
the crooks to be desperate characters. As we followed Garrick
closely we were surprised to encounter not even physical force.
Someone struck a light. Garrick, groping about in the shadows,
found the switch, and one after another the lights in the various
rooms winked up.
I have seldom seen such confusion as greeted us as, with Dillon
waiving his "John Doe" warrant over his head, we hurried upstairs
to the main hall on the second floor, where the greater part of
the gambling was done.


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