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

"Guy Garrick"

It isn't much of a
safe, I understand. I think a can opener would do the job. We can
make the thing look like a regular robbery by a couple of yeggs.
Are you on?"
"No, I don't get you, Chief."
"Why?"
"It's too risky."
"Too risky?"
"Yes. That fellow Garrick is just as likely as not to be nosing
around up there. I'd go but for that."
"I know. But suppose we find that he isn't there, that he isn't in
the house--has been there and left it. That would be safe enough.
You're right. Nothing doing if he's there. We must can him in some
way. But, say,--I know how to get in all right without being seen.
I'll tell you later. Come on, be a sport. We won't try it if
anybody's there. Besides, if we succeed it will help to throw a
scare into Warrington."
The man on our end of the telephone appeared to hesitate.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, Chief," he said at length. "I'll meet
you at the same place as we met the other day--you know where I
mean--some time after twelve. We'll talk it over.


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