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

"Guy Garrick"

At any rate I'm not going to run
any chances of losing it."
He had stopped at a well-known hotel where he knew the night
clerk. There he made the letter into a little package, sealed it,
and deposited it in the safe.
"Why do you leave it here?" I asked.
"If I go near the office, they might think I left it there, and I
certainly won't leave it in my own apartment. They may or may not
suspect that I have it. At any rate, I'd hate to risk meeting them
down in their own region. But here we are not followed. I can
leave it safely and to-morrow I'll get it and deposit it in a
really safe place. Now, just to cover up my tracks, I'm going to
call up Dillon, but I'm going up Broadway a bit before I do so, so
that even he will not know I've been in this hotel. I think he
ought to know what has happened to-day."
"What did he say?" I asked as Garrick rejoined me from the
telephone booth, his face wearing a scowl of perplexity.
"Why, he knew about it already," replied Garrick. "I got him at
his home.


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