Why, man, the whole game is up if
he keeps on the way he has been going--let alone the risk we have
of getting caught."
The Boss seemed to be considering.
"How will you get a chance to do it?" he asked at length.
"Oh, I'll get a chance, all right. I'll make a chance," came back
the self-confident reply.
It sent a shiver through me merely to contemplate what might
happen if Violet Winslow fell into such hands. Mentally I blessed
Garrick for his forethought in having the phony 'phone in the
garage against possible discovery of the detective instrument.
"You know this poisoned needle stuff that's been in the papers?"
pursued the Chief.
"Bunk--all bunk," came back the Boss promptly.
"Is that so?" returned the Chief. "Well, you're right about it as
far as what has been in the papers is concerned. I don't know but
I doubt about ninety-nine and ninety-nine hundredths per cent of
it, too. But, I'll tell you,--it can be done. Take it from me--it
can be done. I've got one of the best little sleepmakers you ever
saw--right from Paris, too.
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