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

"Guy Garrick"


Still that makes little difference now. They must have seen us go
in, have followed us quietly, and then caught us here."
With a hasty final imprecation, the car below started forward with
a jerk and was swallowed up in the darkness.


CHAPTER XXII
THE MAN HUNT

Here we were, locked in a little room on the top floor of the
mysterious house. I looked out of both windows. There was no way
to climb down and it was too far to jump, especially in the
uncertain darkness. I threw myself at the door. It had been
effectually braced by our captors.
Garrick, in the meantime, had lighted the light again, and placed
it by the window.
Forbes, now partly recovered, was rambling along, and Garrick,
with one eye on him and the other on something which he was
working over in the light, was too busy to pay much attention to
my futile efforts to find a means of escape.
At first we could not make out what it was that Forbes was trying
to tell us, but soon, as the fresh air in the room revived him,
his voice became stronger.


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