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Early the next morning, the telephone bell began to ring violently. The message must have been short, for I could not gather from Garrick's reply what it was about, although I could tell by the startled look on his face that something unexpected had happened.
"Hurry and finish dressing, Tom," he called, as he hung up the receiver.