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 "And throw a scare into that big crook that'd keep him rollin' till the heavenly cows came home! Not on your life, dearie! That's not the way to—" She suddenly broke off and sat with inclined head, listening to the sounds that trickled into her ear over the wire.

"That's Andelman telephonin', and that's the same old password they used on Dorgan in the gun-map deal—polkadot. And no gink who ain't a counter-jumper says polkadot into a phone transmitter for nothin', do they, Mabel? From which even a pinhead like me can argue that he's talkin' to one o' the bunch. And that one's gotta be Keudell. And that means our friend Keudell ain't more'n a thousand miles away from this hotel, at any rate."

She sighed with satisfaction, thoughtfully pursing up her deep-cut lips as she weighed the situation. Then she suddenly rose to her feet.

"I guess, Mabel, yuh can mosey up the street to that telegraph office and wire for them two specialists. For things look as though I was goin' to be taken bad before to-morrow. And I sure want Doctor Wilsnach to see the end o' this case before he loses his chanct. And when yuh sign that wire,