The Postmaster's Daughter by Louis Tracy
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The journalist crept in on tiptoe.
"Hush! We are not observed," he said. "Wally Hart threatens to choke me if you two don't dine with him and Grant to-night." There was silence for a little while. The detectives looked at each other. "At what time?" said Winter, at last. Peters was astonished, and showed it. "Why, I assured him it was absolutely imposs.," he cried. "Well, it isn't. In fact, it suits our plans. I want exercise, and shall walk back from Knoleworth. Furneaux will make his own arrangements. Tell Grant that I shall drop in without knocking." "And tell him I shall arrive by parachute," added Furneaux. "In case of accidents, and there is a shoot-up, with myself as the unresisting victim, my front name is James," said Peters. "The only good point about you," scoffed Winter. "You're strong on names to-day," tittered the journalist. "Don Manoel Alcorta was a superb effort as an authority on gee-gees. Wally tells me his donship is the recognized expert south of the line on seismic disturbances, and spends his days and nights watching a needle making scratches on a sensitive plate." |
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