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 "Which one?"

"Wilsnach!"

Keudell, with slightly incredulous eyes, sank slowly back into his chair. "Where is he?"

Sadie, for the moment, was quite forgotten.

"I left Spike and Otto bringing him in from the cab."

"Do you mean he is hurt, perhaps?"

The big man shrugged a shoulder. "Of course he got noisy when he saw he was nipped. They always do. So we had to shut him up."

"Can he talk?"

"He could talk all right if he wanted to."

"But will he talk?" was Keudell's quick inquiry.

"We haven't tried."

It was Wallaby Sam, with his rosily bald head slightly inclined, who spoke next. "Then hadn't we better get him up here?"

Keudell made a gesture of impatience.

"We don't want him up here until this woman has said what she's going to say." Sadie Wimpel already seemed a mere incident in his activities. He had bigger fish to fry. "Tell Spike and Otto to take him down-stairs and take his boots off. Give