I Spy by Natalie Sumner Lincoln
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and collaring Spencer, he opened the door and, thrusting the still
sleeping man out on the pavement, sprang out after him. Henry's eyes bulged as he saw the two men, but Miller's manner stopped the ejaculation upon his lips. "Take Miss Whitney home," directed Miller, and lifting his hat to Kathleen he watched the limousine turn a corner and disappear. Then he glanced down at Spencer sprawling on the pavement. A queer smile lighted his face as he stared at the lawyer. "What's your little game, Spencer?" he asked softly, and a hearty kick punctuated the question. CHAPTER VI AT THE CAPITOL Mrs. Whitney's usually placid disposition was decidedly ruffled, and she took no pains to conceal her displeasure. "Really, Kathleen, you are greatly at fault," she said, as the girl joined her in the vestibule. "The idea of keeping Henry at the Club until after midnight! No wonder he is late now. No chauffeur can work both day and night." |
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