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said I’d have to stay overnight. He was polite, but firm.”
“Lucky for him he was polite,” remarked Eden grimly. He took the arm of Evelyn Madden. “Come along,” he said gently. “I guess we’re through here—”
He stopped. Some one was hammering on the inside of the second door. Amazed, the boy looked toward Paula Wendell.
She nodded. “Unlock it,” she told him.
He unfastened the door and swinging it open, peered inside. In the semi-darkness he saw the dim figure of a man.
Eden gasped, and fell back against the desk for support.
“Ghost city!” he cried. “Well, that’s what it is, all right.”
