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THE SURAKARTA
"Then you have an appointment here with Miss Regan?"
"I was instructed over the 'phone to come here and wait until she came."
The voice aroused Hereford's memory.
"You are Farren, of the police," he recognized all at once—"the man who located that swindler for me two years ago in Omaha. I recollect you now." And swiftly another recognition crowded upon the first. "Stand up, Farren," Hereford bid.
The man arose.
"Now walk away from me—dropping your shoulders naturally. That's it!" Hereford continued, "I merely wanted to be sure of you. You're against me now, eh? You were the one watching for me outside my apartment last night and you followed me here afterwards."
