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 yuh're at the desk I want yuh to look at the register and find out what name that man put down there, and where he pretends to come from. And lock that door when yuh go out and take the key with yuh."

The young nurse started on her errand without comment, for during the last forty-eight hours she had learned not to be too inquisitive as to the meaning of things. There had been too many movements to puzzle her, even to being sent to Cowan's hardware store for a Colt automatic and to the house engineer in the basement with a ten-dollar bill sealed up in an envelope.

When she returned to the room with the information that the newcomer had signed himself as "Adolph Weininger," of Milwaukee, she found Sadie once more leaning intently over the glazed dial.

"That's Heinold who's just come in," was the staring woman's whispered comment. Then she no longer watched the dial, but sat with inclined head, all her attention directed toward the microphone at her ear. "Hully gee, they're talkin' Magyar!" she muttered, and there was disappointment in her voice.