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You remember that when Moran first came here he had an office just across the street from his present one?" "Yes. Simon Barsdale had Moran's present office until he moved to Sheridan. You were his stenographer for a while, I remember." Wade looked at her curiously, wondering what she was driving at. "Moran bought Mr. Barsdale's safe." Her voice sounded strange and unnatural.
"Don't!" He was abashed, and for a moment neither said a word. "What is the combination?" he finally asked hoarsely. "I promised Mr. Barsdale never to tell any one." Her lips wreathed into a little smile. "I'll do it myself." "No, you won't." Wade shook his head positively. "Do you suppose I'm going to let you steal for me? It will be bad enough to do it myself; but necessity knows no law.
Within, the place was pitch dark, but like one amid familiar surroundings, she crossed the hall and found the room she sought; the office room now of Moran, but formerly occupied by Simon Barsdale. She bent over the big safe, and was twirling the combination knob in her slim, cold fingers, when she was startled by a noise in the hallway outside.
"And you can buy years?" Professor Carey queried slyly. "Sure. That's why I'm here. I buy three years in one, and the week from you is part of the deal." "But I have not accepted," Professor Carey laughed. "If the sum is not sufficient," Dick said stiffly, "why name the sum you consider fair." And Professor Carey surrendered. So did Professor Barsdale, head of the department of chemistry.
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