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McBirney had delivered his own news and in turn had received ours, or at least such of it as Garrick chose to tell at present. He was apparently satisfied and rose to go. "Keep after that undersized fellow, will you?" asked Garrick. "If you could find out who he is and he should happen to be connected with one of those garages we might get on the right trail at last." "I will," promised McBirney.
As nearly as I could figure it out, McBirney was the only one who seemed to have gained much so far. He had looked over the cars most carefully. There were half a dozen of them, in all. "I don't doubt," he concluded, "that all of them have been stolen. But there are only two here that I can identify. They certainly are clever at fixing them up. Look at all the parts they keep ready for use.
Came yesterday just before your party. She she's well, she's different from the ruck of 'em and she said she'd like to meet you. I half promised she could." McBirney flushed. "I can't see people, Dick," he threw back nervously. "They're kind it's decent of them. I suppose, as long as the boy wasn't killed " he stopped.
But don't, for heaven's sake, let out any suspicion about those things I have just hidden here. And now, as for me, I'm going uptown and get a few hours' sleep." Dillon and McBirney followed, leaving us, shortly, to get a couple of men from the nearest police station to see that none of the cars were taken out before morning.
The murderer, desperate as he was, was still free and unknown, too. Were they one and the same? What might not either one do next? We sat down in one of the stolen cars and held a midnight council of war. There were four of us, and that meant four different plans. Dillon was for immediate and wholesale arrests. McBirney was certain of one thing. He would claim the cars he could identify.
"That's up to me," remarked Dick. "Get your feet out of the gears, will you? The Emorys are keen for you and I said I'd bring you, and I will if I have to do it by the scruff of the neck. Don Emory is away but will be back to-morrow." "Splendid!" said McBirney, and then, "I won't kick and scream, you know. I'll merely whine and sulk," he went on consideringly.
McBirney had risen in the excitement of his revelation, and had handed Garrick what looked like a discharged shell of a cartridge. Garrick took it without a word, and turned it over and over critically, examining every side of it, and waiting for McBirney to resume. McBirney, however, said nothing. "Where did you find the car?" asked Garrick at length, still examining the cartridge.
"Oh I had a call the other day," reported Warrington as an afterthought before hanging up the receiver. "It was from McBirney. He says one of his unofficial scouts has told him of seeing a car that might have been mine up this way lately." Garrick acquiesced to the information which, to us, was not new. "Yes," he said, "there have been several such reports.
In five minutes they opened again. "None of your eloquence now," warned Dick. "One thing " "No," firmly. "But, Dick, it's torturing me. Was the child killed?" Dick Marston's face looked curious. "Great Scott! don't you know what you " McBirney groaned inwardly. "Yes, I know. I was a coward. But I've got to know if the kid was killed." "Coward!" gasped Dick and Geoffrey put out his shaking hand.
"What 'girl' do you speak of who was married?" McBirney asked slowly. "Old man's niece. Miss " But the name never got out. McBirney cut across the nasal speech. He would not learn that name in this way. "That's all," he said quickly. "Thank you. Good-by." So Geoffrey McBirney went back to St. Andrews. And the last state of him was worse than the first. WARCHESTER, St.
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