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

"Guy Garrick"

And now, as for me, I'm
going uptown and get a few hours' sleep."
Dillon and McBirney followed, leaving us, shortly, to get a couple
of men from the nearest police station to see that none of the
cars were taken out before morning.
We rode up to our apartment, where a message was awaiting us,
telling that Warrington had passed a very good day and was making
much more rapid progress than even Dr. Mead had dared hope. I
could not help wondering how much was due to the mere tonic
presence daily of Violet Winslow.
I had a sound sleep, although it was a short one. Garrick had me
up early, and, by digging back in his closet, unearthed the oldest
clothes he had. We improved them by sundry smears of dirt in such
a way that when we did start forth, no one would have accused us
of being other than we were prepared to represent ourselves--
workmen who had been laid off from a job on account of bad
business conditions. We decided to say that we were seeking
another position.
"How do I look?" I asked seriously, for this was serious business
to me.


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