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WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY?
You repeat that," snapped Jimmie Dale suddenly, icily, "and I'll take them from under your nose again before morning!.

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Ah! That is better! Good-night--Mr.Maddon." Jimmie Dale hung up the receiver and shoved Burton toward the door.
"Now then, Burton, we'll get out of her--and the sooner you reach Fifth Avenue and Mr.Maddon's house the better.