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

"Guy Garrick"

You're sure
about the letter?"
"As sure as if I'd seen it."
"All right. Now, be there. I won't promise about this Warrington
business. We'll talk that over. But I have other things I want to
tell you--about this situation here at the garage. I want to know
how to act."
"All right. I'll be there. Good-bye."
"So long, Chief."
The conversation stopped. I looked anxiously at Garrick to see how
he had taken it.
"And so," he remarked simply, as after a moment's waiting we made
sure that the machine had stopped talking, "it appears that our
friends, the enemy, are watching us as closely as we are watching
them--with the advantage that they know us and we don't know them,
except this garage fellow."
Garrick lapsed into silence. I was rapidly turning over in my mind
what we had just overheard and trying to plan some way of
checkmating their next move.
"Here's a plot hatching to rob Warrington's safe," I exclaimed
helplessly.
"Yes," repeated Garrick slowly, "and if we are going to do
anything about it, it must be done immediately, before we arouse
suspicion and scare them off.


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