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Her father is a secretive man. Even to her, the
only message he would entrust was that he wanted to see me
immediately."
At Woodrock we took our time in getting off the train. Miss
Brixton, a tall, dark-haired, athletic girl just out of college,
had preceded us, and as her own car shot out from the station
platform we leisurely walked down and entered another bearing the
number she had given Kennedy.
We seemed to be expected at the house. Hardly had we been admitted
through the door from the porte-cochere, than we were led through
a hall to a library at the side of the house. From the library we
entered another door, then down a flight of steps which must have
brought us below an open courtyard on the outside, under a rim of
the terrace in front of the house for a short distance to a point
where we descended three more steps.
At the head of these three steps was a great steel and iron door
with heavy bolts and a combination lock of a character ordinarily
found only on a safe in a banking institution.


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