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

"Guy Garrick"


"There's a sight that would do McBirney's eyes good," he exclaimed
as he bent the rays of the light before us.
Before us, in the back of the barn, stood Warrington's stolen car-
-at last.
"They won't plot anything more--at least not up here," remarked
Garrick, bending over it.
In the house, we found Jim still with Forbes, who was now
completely recovered. In the possession of his senses, Forbes'
tongue which the anaesthetic gases seemed to have loosened, now
became suddenly silent again. But he stuck doggedly to his story
of kidnapping, although he would not or could not add anything to
it. Who the kidnapper was he swore he did not know, except that he
had known his face well, by sight, at the gambling joint.
I could make nothing of Forbes. But of one thing I was sure. Even
if we had not captured the scientific gunman, we had dealt him a
severe and crushing blow. Like Garrick, I had begun to look upon
the escape philosophically.


CHAPTER XXIV
THE FRAME-UP

Although I felt discouraged on our return to the city, the morning
following our exciting adventure at the mysterious house in the
Ramapo valley, Garrick, who never let anything ruffle him long,
seemed quite cheerful.


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