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

"Guy Garrick"


There's nothing inherently impossible in these poisoned needle
stories--given the right conjunction of circumstances. What we
have to guard against principally is letting her get into any
situation where the circumstances make such a thing possible. I've
almost a notion to let the New York end of this case go altogether
for a while and take a run up to Tuxedo to warn her and Mrs. de
Lancey personally. Still, I think I put it strongly enough with
Warrington so that--"
Our telephone tinkled insistently.
"Hello," answered Garrick. "Yes, this is Garrick. Who is this?
Warrington? In Tuxedo? Why, my dear boy, you needn't have gone
personally. Are you sure you're strong enough for such exertion?
What--what's that? Warrington--it--it isn't--not to New York?"
Garrick's face was actually pale as he fairly started back from
the telephone and caught my eye.
"Tom," he exclaimed huskily to me, "Violet Winslow left for New
York on the early train this morning!"
I felt my heart skip a beat, then pound away like a sledge-hammer
at my ribs as the terrible possibilities of the situation were
seared into my brain.


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