Garrick
succeed--that's all."
Garrick was calling from the back room to me, and I excused
myself, while the man went back to his post at the front door.
Garrick carefully closed the door into the room.
While I had been busy getting the copies of the faked edition of
the Star, which had so alarmed the owner of the garage and had set
things moving rapidly, Garrick had also been busy, in another
direction. He had explored not only the raided gambling den, but
the little back yard which ran all the way to an extension on the
rear of the house in the next street, in which was situated the
woman's poolroom.
He had explored, also, the caved-in tunnel enough to make
absolutely certain that his suspicions had been correct in the
first place, and that it ran to this other joint, from which the
gamblers had made their escape. That had satisfied him, however,
and he had not unearthed the remains of the tunnel or taken any
action in the matter yet. Something else appeared to interest him
much more at the present moment.
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