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 He turned and looked at the door as though to make sure it was still closed.

"Whadda I have to do?" demanded Sadie. "And whadda I get out of it?"

"You play your cards right and you'll get about anything you want! Can I count on you?"

"Sure!" assented the woman. The man called Dorgan drew still closer to her.

"I've got an envelope of papers here that aren't worth a cent to anybody but the folks they're intended for. These people know I've got them, and they may get nasty over it. Can you stow them away until the coast is clear?"

"And then what?" asked Sadie, making an effort to control herself.

"Get away yourself as soon as the chance comes. Then meet me in your rooms, say to-morrow at five."

Sadie preferred to seem non-committal. "And how'll I get away?" she demanded, as she watched his hand insinuate itself in under his vest and unbutton a pocket-flap there.

"That's what I'm going out there to make sure of. Here's the stuff. Can you take care of it?"

"Sure!"