You
see, they almost put one across on us--in fact they did put one
across with that detectaphone thing. Now, we can't let that happen
again. Just keep me posted, see?"
They had finished talking and that was apparently all we were to
get that night, or rather that morning, by way of warning of their
plot for the worst move yet.
It was enough. If they would murder and burn, what would they stop
at in order to strike at us through the innocent figure of Violet
Winslow? What might not happen to such a delicate slip of a girl
in the power of such men?
"At least," rapped out Garrick, himself smothering his alarm,
"they can't do anything immediately. It gives us time to prepare
and warn. Besides, before that we may have them rounded up. The
time has come for something desperate. I won't be trifled with any
longer. This last proposal goes just over the limit."
As for me, I was speechless. The events of the past two days, the
almost sleepless nights had sapped my energy. Even Garrick, though
he was a perfect glutton for work, felt the strain.
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