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

"Guy Garrick"

I have even tried a glow-
worm and it sounded like a bee buzzing. The light from a red-hot
piece of iron gives the shrillest and most ear-splitting cry
imaginable."
He took the receiver back from me and adjusted it to his own ear.
"Yes," he confirmed, "that was the moon, as I thought. It's a
peculiar sound. Once you have heard it you're not likely to forget
it. I must silence the machine to that."
We had waited patiently for a long time, and still there was no
evidence that anyone had entered the room.
"I'm afraid they decided not to attempt it after all," I said,
finally.
"I don't think so," replied Garrick. "I took particular pains to
make it seem that the road was clear. You remember, I spoke to the
hall-boy twice, and we lingered about long enough when we left. It
isn't much after midnight. I wonder how it was that they expected
to get in. Ah--there goes the moon. I can hear it getting fainter
all the time."
Suddenly Garrick's face was all animation. "What is it?" I asked
breathlessly.


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