It threw a scare, in type, as hard as could
be done. I fancied that when it was read by the proper person he
would be amazed that so much had, apparently, become known to the
newspapers, and would begin to wonder how much more was known that
was not printed.
"That ought to make someone sit up and take notice," remarked
Garrick with some satisfaction, as he corrected the typewritten
copy late in the afternoon. "The printing of that will take some
time and I don't suppose we shall get copies until pretty late.
You can take it over to the Star, Tom, and complete the
arrangements. I have a little more work to do before we go up
there on Ninth Street. Suppose you meet me at eight in Washington
Square, near the Arch?"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE VOCAPHONE
Promptly to the dot I met Garrick at the appointed place. Not a
word so far had been heard, either from Violet Winslow or Mrs. de
Lancey. There was one thing encouraging about it, however. If they
had become separated while shopping, as sometimes happens, we
should have been likely to hear of it, at least from her aunt.
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