There had been, as the Chief and the Boss had hinted at in their
conversation, a wave of hysteria which had swept over the city
only a short time before regarding what had come to be called the
"poisoned needle" cases. Personally I had doubted them and I had
known many doctors and scientists as well as vice and graft
investigators who had scouted them, too.
"Garrick," I said at length, "do you really think that we have to
deal with anything in this case but just plain attempted
kidnapping of the old style?"
He shook his head doubtfully. I knew him to be anything but an
alarmist and waited impatiently for him to speak.
"I wouldn't think so," he said at length slowly, "except for one
thing."
"What's that?" I asked eagerly.
"His mention of the 'sleepmakers' and Paris," he replied briefly.
Garrick had risen and walked over to a cabinet in the corner of
his room. When he returned it was with something gleaming in the
morning sunshine as he rolled it back and forth on a piece of
paper, just a shining particle.
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