It was all
part of the general scheme of things in the gambling joint.
Practically nothing that was evidential that could be readily
removed had been left. Whoever had planned the place must have
been a genius as far as laying out precautions against a raid were
concerned.
Garrick, Dillon and I ran hastily through some scattered
correspondence and other documents that spilled out from some
letter files on the floor, but as far as I could make out there
was nothing of any great importance that had been overlooked.
Dillon ordered the whole mass to be bundled up and taken off when
the other paraphernalia was removed so that it could be gone
through at our leisure, and the search continued.
From the "office" a staircase led down by a back way and we
followed it, looking carefully to see where it led.
A low exclamation from Garrick arrested our attention. In a curve
between landings he had kicked something and had bent down to pick
it up. An electric pocket flashlight which one of the men had
picked up disclosed under its rays a package of papers evidently
dropped by someone who was carrying away in haste an armful of
stuff.
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