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 "Who'll take me out?"

"What's the matter wit' a bunch o' cops doin' it?"

"Who will get them?"

"I gotta feelin' that me maid's already out after 'em!"

"Neither you nor your maid can leave this house," calmly announced Keudell. "And nobody's going to leave it until I get what I came after."

"Even though yuh're pinched on the way out?"

Keudell laughed at her.

"You fail to remember that I'm an attaché of the Austrian Embassy, and members of an embassy can not be arrested."

It was Sadie's turn to laugh. She even suspected him of lying.

"I don't care if yuh're the King of Siam! Yuh can't pull that wild-west stuff this close to Broadway! It ain't bein' done this season!"

"How about that man of mine you shot through the leg?"

"He got what was comin' to him!"

"And I'm going to get what is coming to me. I have a right to those papers, and I'm going to get them."

Sadie was thinking both hard and fast. But to