There, what do you know about that?"
I glanced hastily, in alarm, at Garrick. His face was set in hard
lines, as he listened.
"Sleepmaker--Paris," I heard him mutter under his breath, and just
a flicker of a smile crossed the set lines of his fine face.
"Yes, sir," pursued the voice of the Chief, "I can pull one of
those poisoned needle cases off and I'm going to do it, if I get
half a chance."
"When would you do it?" asked the Boss, weakening.
"As soon as I can. I've a scheme. I'm not going to tell you over
the wire, though. Leave it to me. I'm going up to our place, where
I left the car. I'll study the situation out, up there. Maybe I'll
run over and look over the ground, see how she spends her time and
all that sort of thing. I've got to reckon in with that aunt, too.
She's a Tartar. I'll let you know. In the meantime, I want you to
watch that place on Forty-seventh Street. Tell me if they make any
move against it. Don't waste any time, either. I can't be out of
touch with things the way I was the last time I went away.
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