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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"Guy Garrick"


It's possible that McBirney may be right about that car being up
there. Certainly we know that it has been up there, whether it is
now or not."
"And Herman wrong about its being in the city?" I suggested.
"Well, one guess is as good as another in a case like this, I
suppose."
It had been a great relief to get back to our rooms and live even
for a few minutes like civilised beings. I suggested that we might
have a real breakfast once more.
I could tell, however, that Garrick's mind was far away from the
thought of eating, and that he realised that a keen, perhaps the
keenest, test of his ability lay ahead of him, if he was to come
out successfully and protect Violet Winslow in the final battle
with the scientific gunman. I did not interrupt him.


CHAPTER XVI
THE POISONED NEEDLE

Over a still untasted grapefruit Garrick was considering what his
next move should be. As for me, even this temporary return to a
normal life caused me to view things in a different light.


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