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THE DOOR OF DREAD
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She stood with her back against the door, collected and authoritative, as the operator was called and the message was duly delivered.

"But supposing that man should come here?" inquired the practical-minded Miss Poole. The newer complexion of things was plainly disturbing her. She had relished excitement, but there were times when excitement could come too close for comfort.

"Oh, I guess worse things could happen," was Sadie's casual retort, as she crossed the room and once more took up her dictaphone receiver. "That'd at least put me hep to where he was," she continued, as she applied the instrument to her ear. "And knowin' where Keudell is oughtta be me first aim in life!"

She wheeled suddenly about, and bent over her dial.

"They're goin' out again, the whole bunch o' them!"

She sat frowning over the empty white surface. The girl stood patiently watching her.

"But how can the man you call Keudell know you're in this room, or even in this hotel?" she finally demanded.

Sadie, after nodding affirmatively over her dial