"Yes, she's on," Garson interpreted, a moment later, as the
tapping ceased for a little. He translated in a loud whisper as
the irregular ticking noise sounded again.
"I shall be there at the house almost at once. I am sending this
message from the drug store around the corner. Have some one
open the door for me immediately."
"She's coming over," Griggs cried incredulously.
"No, I'll stop her," Garson declared firmly.
"Right! Stop her," Chicago Red vouchsafed.
But, when, after tapping a few words, the forger paused for the
reply, no sound came.
"She don't answer," he exclaimed, greatly disconcerted. He tried
again, still without result. At that, he hung up the receiver
with a groan. "She's gone----"
"On her way already," Griggs suggested, and there was none to
doubt that it was so.
"What's she coming here for?" Garson exclaimed harshly. "This
ain't no place for her! Why, if anything should go wrong now----"
But Griggs interrupted him with his usual breezy cheerfulness of
manner.
"Oh, nothing can go wrong now, old top.
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