Garrick was tugging the heavy suitcase which I had seen standing
ready down in his office during the afternoon, as well as a small
package wrapped up in paper.
"Let me carry that suitcase," I volunteered.
We trudged along across the park, my load getting heavier at every
step.
"I'm not surprised at your being winded," I panted, soon finding
myself in the same condition. "What's in this--lead?"
"Something that we may need or may not," Garrick answered
enigmatically, as we stopped in the shadow to rest.
He carefully took an automatic revolver from an inside pocket and
stowed it where it would be handy, in his coat.
We resumed our walk and at last had come nearly up to the house on
the first floor of which the maid Lucille was. The suitcase was
engaging all my attention, as I shifted it from one hand to the
other. Not so Garrick, however. He was looking keenly about us.
"Gad, I must be seeing things to-night!" he exclaimed, his eyes
fixed on a figure slouching along, his hat pulled down over his
eyes, passing just about opposite us on the other side of the
street.
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