Garrick had
not told him yet of the stealing of the other letters. "Getting
along fine,--thanks to a new tonic which Dr. Mead has prescribed
for me."
"I can guess what it is."
Warrington laughed again. "Yes--I've been allowed to take short
motor trips with Violet," he explained.
The natural manner in which "Violet" replaced "Miss Winslow"
indicated that the trips had not been without result.
"Say, Warrington," burst out Garrick, seeing an opportunity of
introducing the latest news, "I hate to butt in, but if you'll
take my advice, you'll just cut out those trips a few days. I
don't want to alarm you unnecessarily, but after to-day I want
Miss Winslow never to be out of sight of friends--friends, I said;
not one, but several."
"Why--what's the matter?" demanded Warrington in alarm.
"I can't explain it all over the telephone," replied Garrick,
sketching out hastily something of what we had overheard. "I'll
try to see you before long--perhaps to-day. Don't forget. I want
you to warn Miss Winslow yourself.
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