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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Every city in the country and every
town ought to have a civilian organization to watch and to fight it
if it has to. They're hiding among us everywhere, and every citizen
has got to be a sleuth, if we're to counter their moves. Every man
his own detective!"
He had smiled as he said it, but Clayton had surmised a great
earnestness and considerable knowledge behind the smile.


CHAPTER X
Delight Haverford was to come out in December, but there were times
when the Doctor wondered if she was really as keen about it as she
pretended to be. He found her once or twice, her usually active
hands idle in her lap, and a pensive droop to her humorous young
mouth.
"Tired, honey?" he asked, on one of those occasions.
"No. Just talking to myself."
"Say a few nice things for me, while you're about it, then."
"Nice things! I don't deserve them."
"What awful crime have you been committing? Break it to me gently.
You know my weak heart."
"Your tobacco heart!" she said, severely.


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