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"Did they get the fellow?"
"No, there was no clue; the case is probably forgotten by this time.
Let's speak about something else--I hate to talk shop."
Miss La Rue stood up, and shook out her skirt.
"That's what I say; and it seems to me it would be more social if we
had something to drink. You ain't too nice to partake of a cocktail,
are you? Good! Then we'll have one. What's the hotelkeeper's name?"
"Timmons."
"Do you suppose he'd come up if I pounded on the floor?"
Miss Donovan slipped off the bed.
"I don't believe he is in the office. He went up the street just
before dark. You light the lamp while I'll see if I can find the
Chinaman out in the hall."
She closed the door behind her, strode noisily down the hall, then
silently and swiftly retraced her steps and stooped silently down to
where a crack yawned in the lower panel. That same instant a match
flared within the room and was applied to the wick of the lamp. The
narrow opening gave only a glimpse of half the room--the wash-stand,
the chair, and lower part of the bed.


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