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Inspector French, who was standing a little aloof, regarded Laura with an air of unwilling admiration. "That's some girl, that Miss Laura," he muttered in an undertone to Quest. "She roasted us nicely." "I mustn't stop to hear your story, Lenora," Quest said. "You're safe that's the great thing." "Found her in an empty house," French reported, "out Gayson Avenue way. Now, Mr.
"I expect to have something to report very shortly." The Professor stood drawing on his gloves. The vague look of trouble still lingered in his face. "Tell me again," he begged, "the name of the avenue in which this residence is situated?" "Gayson Avenue," the inspector replied. "It's a bit out of the way, but it's not a bad neighbourhood." The Professor repeated the address to himself softly.
The Inspector was a little embarrassed. "No need to give me away like that," he muttered, as they reached the hall. "Now then, ladies and gentlemen, if you are ready." They took their places in the automobile and drove off. As they neared the vicinity of Gayson Avenue, the Professor began to show signs of renewed uneasiness.
"Now, then, French," Quest began, as he returned his greeting, "take a cigar, make yourself comfortable in that chair and let us have your news. As you see, we have obeyed orders. We are all ready to follow you anywhere you say." "It won't be to the end of the world, anyway," the Inspector remarked, as he lit his cigar. "I am going to propose a little excursion down Gayson Avenue way."
That staircase this afternoon, though, kind of teaches one not to trust to appearances. So you think he's getting a move on him, Mr. Quest?" "I think he had a truck waiting for him at the corner of Gayson Avenue," Quest replied. "It was the machine my men went after.
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