Listen. You know I told you about
writing that letter regarding Warrington to Miss Winslow, when I
was so sore over the report that he was going to close up the
Forty-eighth Street joint, right on top of finding that Rena
Taylor had the 'goods' on the Forty-seventh Street place? Well, I
was a fool. You said so, and I was,"
"You were--that's right."
"I know it, but I was mad. I hadn't got all I wanted out of those
places. Well, anyhow, I want that letter back--that's all. It's
bad to have evidence like that lying around. Why, if they ever get
a real handwriting expert they might get wise to something from
that handwriting, I'm afraid. I must have been crazy to do it that
way."
"What became of the letter?"
"She took it to that fellow Garrick and I happen to know that
Warrington that night, after leaving Garrick, went to his
apartment and put something into the safe he has there. Oh,
Warrington has it, all right. What I want to do is to get that
letter back while he is laid up near Tuxedo.
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