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 "What are you doing here?" I challenged.

She was quick! "I came up to see Mr. Teverson!" she said to me. "They wouldn't let me see him downstairs. I heard he was up here!"

I half shook her. "You came up to see if they were meeting in the directors' room. You're the "wire" inside to-day! You came to see if everybody was placed! Well, nobody'll be in that room but guinea pigs this morning. I don't mind telling you, for you'll not get back to tell them."

"Oh!" she said. That was all, just then. "Oh!"

I kept hold of her, not knowing what else to do or say.

"Where are they?" I asked her, after a half-minute.

"Who?"

"Your crowd."

She waited half a minute herself and then said, "I don't know."

"Never mind; we'll find them. We're following your pipes," I assured her. I dragged her toward the front of the hall and had a better look at her.

"They're not my pipes!" she denied.

"That's true," I admitted. "You found them