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

"Guy Garrick"

We
seemed now at last about to learn something really important. It
was a new voice that said, "Hello!"
"Evidently the Boss has come in without making any noise,"
remarked Guy. "I certainly heard no one through the other
instrument. I fancy he was waiting for it to get dark before
coming around. Listen."
It was a long distance call from the man they called Chief. Where
he was we had no means of finding out, but we soon found out where
he was going.
"Hello, Boss," we heard come out of the detectaphone box.
"Hello, Chief. You surely got us nearly pinched last night. What
was the trouble?"
"Oh, nothing much. Somehow or other they must have got on to us. I
guess it was when I called up the joint on Forty-eighth Street.
Three men surprised me, but fortunately I was ready. If they
hadn't stopped at the door before they opened it, they might have
got me. I put 'em all out with that gun, though. Say, I want you
to help me on a little job that I am planning.
"Yes? Is it a safe one? Don't you think we'd better keep quiet for
a little while?"
"But this won't keep quiet.


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