CHAPTER 35
The Wisdom of Many and the Wit of One
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IT was quite dark when the reporter left the Langford gate and set out at a rapid walk toward the nearest street-car corner. As he was turning out of Altamont Terrace a four-wheeler with two men on the box swung into the curving street of the suburb from the boulevard. Jarvis gave a shrill whistle, and the carriage drew up at the curb.
"Is that you, Jarvis? " said Antrim, from his seat beside the driver.