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the secretary has got me safely pocketed, or thinks he has. I have an idea he'll stand pat. You see, he doesn't know about my talent for opening locked doors." He strolled back to the door as he spoke and examined the lock. Then, appreciatively, he drew from his pocket the screw-driver he had thoughtfully brought from the garage. "I fancied this might be useful. It will take me just about four minutes to open that door," he announced. "So get on your things and be ready to start in a hurry." "Do you imagine that we can get away now, in broad daylight?" She seemed dazed by the suggestion. "Why not? You want to get out of here, don't you?" "Yes--I--of course I do!" "You don't seem very sure of it." Laurie was smiling down at her with his hands still in his pockets, but there was an expression in his eyes she had never seen there before, an expression keen, cold, almost but not quite suspicious. "Yes, but--you don't understand. Shaw has other men on watch, two of them." "Where?" "In the grounds. One in the front and the other in the back." The new-comer mentally digested this unwelcome information. "If we wait till it's dark," said the girl, "we'll have a better chance." "Unless Shaw gets back in the meantime." He was still watching her with that new look in his eyes. Then, briskly, he returned to his interest in the doorlock. "In any case," he casually remarked, "we don't want to be jailed here." She said no more, but sat watching him as he worked, deftly and silently. In little more than the time he had predicted he opened the door and held it wide. "Any time you would like to pass out," he invited, then checked himself and vanished in the dimness of the hall. The girl left behind heard the sounds of running feet, of a sharp scuffle, of a few words spoken in a high, excited voice. Then Laurie reentered the room, pushing the secretary before him. At present the youth looked anything but meek. His blond hair was on end, his tie was under one ear, his pale eyes were bright with anger, and he moved spasmodically, propelled by jerks from behind. "I don't like this young man," said Laurie, conversationally. "I never have. So I'm going to put him where for a few hours he can't annoy us. Is there a good roomy closet on this floor? If there is, kindly lead us to it." "Say, hold on!" cried the blond youth, in outraged tones. "I'm sick of this." "Shut up." Laurie shook him gently. "And
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