At the office Garrick tarried only long enough to load the car
with some paraphernalia which he had there, much of which, I knew,
he had brought back with him after his study of police methods
abroad. There were three coats of a peculiar texture, which he
took from a wardrobe, a huge arrangement which looked like a
reflector, a little thing that looked merely like the mouthpiece
of a telephone transmitter, and a large heavy package which might
have been anything from a field gun to a battering ram.
It was twilight when we arrived at the nearest railroad station to
the little cottage in the valley, after another run up into the
country in the car. Dillon who had come up by train to meet us,
according to the arrangement with Garrick, was already waiting,
and with him was one of the most trustworthy and experienced of
the police department chauffeurs. Garrick looked about at the few
loungers curiously, but there did not seem to be any of them who
took any suspicious interest in new arrivals.
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