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 nearer Sadie grew more restless. But still nothing happened.

"Gee, I wisht I could get outta this hole for half an hour! I'd sure do some sloothin' round this town that'd make those wops walk light!"

"Is there anything I can do for you?" asked the young nurse. She was too restless to read. The air was too thick with a sense of hidden drama to think of more needlework. She felt the same stir and tingle in things that had marked her first big operation.

"Yuh can ring up the chief," was Sadie's sudden response, "and tell him to hold his men for that call!"

"What chief?" asked the girl.

"The chief of police. That's his number written on the wall-paper next to the phone. He'll understand."

Then Sadie's attention went back to her dictaphone, for the repeated sound of a closing door had come up to her over the wires. She saw, as she revolved her camera obscura dial, that Heinold and Andelman had returned to their room. But what startled her was the fact that they had brought a third man back with them.