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

"Guy Garrick"

Never mind. Here are two
over by the telephone. Say, what the devil is this wire back here-
-cut in on the telephone wire? Well,--rip it out! That's some more
of that fellow Garrick's work. We got rid of one thing the other
night. Well, thank heaven, I didn't have any telephone calls to-
day. While I'm gone, you go over this place thoroughly. God knows
how many other things he may have put in here."
"Confound it!" muttered Garrick, as a pair of pliers made our
second detectaphone die with an expiring gasp in the middle of a
sentence of profanity.
"Come on, Tom," he shouted.
There was no use now in remaining any longer in the room.
Gathering up the receiving apparatus, Garrick quickly carried it
down and tossed it into the waiting car around the corner. Then he
sent Warrington's man to hang around, up the street, and watch
what was going on at the garage.
Garrick was to drive the car himself, and we were going to leave
Warrington's man behind. We could tell by the actions of the man
as he stood down the street that something was taking place at the
garage.


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