Books author - "Arthur B. Reeve"
Kennedy's Suit-Case Was Lying Open On The Bed, And He Was Literally Throwing Things Into It From His Chiffonier, As I Entered After A Hurried Trip Up-Town From The Star Office In Response To An Urgent Message From Him. "Come, Walter," He Cried, Hastily Stuffing In A Package Of Clean Laundry Without Taking Off The Wrapping-Paper, "I've Got Your Suit-Case Out. Pack Up Whatever You Can In Five Minutes. We Must Take The Six O'clock Train For Danbridge."
Kennedy's Suit-Case Was Lying Open On The Bed, And He Was Literally Throwing Things Into It From His Chiffonier, As I Entered After A Hurried Trip Up-Town From The Star Office In Response To An Urgent Message From Him. "Come, Walter," He Cried, Hastily Stuffing In A Package Of Clean Laundry Without Taking Off The Wrapping-Paper, "I've Got Your Suit-Case Out. Pack Up Whatever You Can In Five Minutes. We Must Take The Six O'clock Train For Danbridge."