AFTER THE TRAINED SEALS
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swer. Minot went on to 389, and placed his key in the lock. It would not turn. He twisted the knob of the door—it was unlocked. He stepped inside and flashed on the light.
His small abode was in a mad disorder. The chiffonier drawers had been emptied on the floor, the bed was torn to pieces, the rug thrown in a corner. Minot smiled to himself.
Some one had been searching—searching for Chain Lightning's Collar. Who? Who but the man he had bumped against in that dark passage-way?
