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

"Guy Garrick"

I looked also in the gathering dusk. The figure had
something indefinably familiar about it, but a moment later it was
gone, having turned the corner.
Garrick shook his head. "No," he said half to himself, "it
couldn't have been. Don't stop, Tom. We mustn't do anything to
rouse suspicion, now."
We came a moment later to the flat-house through the hall of which
we had reached the roof that morning and in the excitement of the
adventure I forgot, for the time, the mysterious figure across the
street, which had attracted Garrick's attention.
Again, we managed to elude the tenants, though it was harder in
the early evening than it had been in the daytime. However, we
reached the roof apparently unobserved. There at least, now that
it was dark, we felt comparatively safe. No one was likely to
disturb us there, provided we made no noise.
Unwrapping the smaller, paper-covered package, Garrick quickly
attached the wires, as he had left them, to another cedar box,
like that which he had already let down the chimney up the street.


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