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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Treasure-Train — III. The Soul-analysis (1917)

We had been going along nicely when, "Bang!" came a loud report back of us.
"Confound it!" muttered Kennedy; "a blowout always when you least expect it."
We climbed out of the car and had the shoe off in short order.
"Look!" cried Janet Cranston, in a frightened voice, from the back of the car.
The light of the phonometer had flashed up. A car was following us.
"There's just one chance!" cried Kennedy, springing to the wheel. "We might make it on the rim."
Banging and pounding, we forged ahead, straining our eyes to watch the road, the distance, the time, and the phonometer all at once.
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Treasure-Train — III. The Soul-analysis (1917)

Miss Giles was a striking woman of an entirely different type. She seemed to be exuberant with health, as though nursing had taught her not merely how to take care of others, but had given her the secret of caring, first of all, for herself.
I could see, as Doctor Burr introduced us to his patient, that Mrs. Cranston instantly recognized Kennedy's interest in her case.
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Treasure-Train — III. The Soul-analysis (1917)

In the town of Montrose, Kennedy stopped only long enough to get a bite to eat and to study up in the roads in the vicinity.
It was long after midnight when we struck up into the country. The night was very dark, thick, and foggy. With the engine running as muffled as possible and the lights dimmed, Kennedy quietly jammed on the brakes as we pulled up along the side of the road.
A few rods farther ahead I could make out the Belleclaire Sanatorium surrounded by its picketed stone wall. Not a light was visible in any of the windows.
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