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

"Guy Garrick"

"
I found a cab and Dillon and Garrick joined me in it.
"I tried to get McBirney," said Garrick as we prepared to start on
our new quest, "but he was out, and the night operator at his
place didn't seem to know where he was. But if they can locate
him, I imagine he'll be around at least shortly after we get
there. I left the address."
Dillon had issued his final orders to his raiders about guarding
the raided gambling joint and stationing a man at the door. A
moment later we were off, threading our way through the crowd
which in spite of the late hour still lingered to gape at the
place.
On the way down we speculated much on the possibility that we
might be going on a wild goose chase. But the very circumstances
of the call and the promptness with which the man who had called
had seemed to sense when something was wrong and to ring off
seemed to point to the fact that we had uncovered a good lead of
some kind.
After a quick run downtown through the deserted avenues, we
entered a series of narrow and sinuous streets that wound through
some pretty tough looking neighborhoods.


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