"Yes," he said, "there have been several such reports. And, by the
way, that reminds me of something. You will have to put at our
disposal one of your cars down here."
"Go as far as you like. What do you want--a racer?"
"Why--yes, if it's in perfect condition. You see, we may have to
do some unexpected sleuthing in it."
"Go as far as you like," repeated Warrington, now thoroughly
aroused by the latest development of the case. "Spare nothing,
Garrick--nothing. Curse my luck for being laid up! Every dollar I
have is at your disposal, Garrick, to protect her from those
scoundrels--damn them!"
"Trust me, Warrington," called back Garrick. "I give you my word
that it's my fight now."
"Garrick--you're a brick," came back Warrington as the
conversation closed.
"Good heavens, Guy," I exclaimed when he hung up the receiver
after calling up Warrington's garage and finding out what cars
were available, "Are we going to have to extend operations over
the whole State, after all?"
"We may have to do almost anything," he replied, "if our
scientific murderer tries some of his smooth kidnapping tricks.
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