"I have arranged that we can get in there and use
one of the empty suites."
Garrick had secured two rather good-sized boxes from the boy, and
was carrying them rather carefully, as if they contained some very
delicate mechanism.
Warrington, we found, occupied a suite in a large apartment on
Seventy-second Street, and, as we entered, Garrick stopped and
whispered a few words to the hall-boy.
The boy seemed to be more than usually intelligent and had
evidently been told over the telephone by Warrington that we were
coming. At least we had no trouble, so far.
Warrington's suite was very tastefully furnished for bachelor
quarters. In the apartment, Garrick unwrapped one of the packages,
and laid it open on the table, while he busied himself opening the
safe, using the combination that Warrington had given him.
I waited nervously, for we could not be sure that no one had got
ahead of us, already. There was no need for anxiety, however.
"Here's the letter, just as Warrington left it," reported Garrick
in a few minutes, with some satisfaction, as he banged the safe
door shut and restored things so that it would not look as though
the little strong box had been touched.
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