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

"Guy Garrick"

"
There was nothing that I could say, and I played the part
admirably.
"Come," he decided, as he turned from the hotel in the direction,
now, of our apartment. "Let's snatch a little rest. We'll need it
to-morrow for the final spurt."
Tired and exhausted though I was I cannot say that I slept. At
least, it may have been physical rest that I got. Certainly my
mind never stopped in its dream play, as the kaleidoscopic stream
of events passed before me, now in their true form, now in the
fantastic shapes that constitute one of the most interesting
studies of the modern psychology.
I was glad when I heard Garrick stirring in his room in the early
daylight and heard him call out, "Are you awake, Tom? There are
some things I want to attend to, while you drop into the Star for
those papers. I'm afraid you'll have to breakfast alone. Meet me
at my office as soon as you can."
He was off a few minutes later, as fresh as though he had been on
a vacation instead of plunged into the fight of his life.


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