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 | | The Yosemite Wager by Penski | |
 Summoned to Silky O'Sullivan's home, Heyes and the Kid are asked to help their old friend. Their mission: steal an object that is unstealable - without getting caught. If Hannibal Heyes can't do it, nobody can!
Starring
Pete Duel and Ben Murphy as
Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry
Guest Starring
Walter Brennan as Silky O’Sullivan
Diana Muldaur as Grace Turner
Jim Carter as Joseph, the butler
Kelsey Grammer as Edgar Whiting
David Hyde Pierce as Eugene Sartorius
Tim Allen as Jeffrey Fowler
John Mahoney as Hank Page
Richard Karn as Martin Barnes
The Yosemite Wager
by Penski
“Oakland… Last stop is Oakland, California!” announced the train conductor in the passenger car.
“Finally!” Kid Curry stood and stretched, reaching into the baggage area above their heads for his saddlebags and a carpet bag.
“Not quite,” Hannibal Heyes reminded him. “Still have to take the ferry across to San Francisco and then a cable car up to Nob Hill.”
Curry shook his head. “Whatever Silky wanted, it better be important.”
“It’s the least we can do considering that fiasco in Montana with Grandma Curry.”
“Better not bring that name up!” Curry handed Heyes his baggage and hat. “Ready?”
“Yep.”
The two former outlaws disembarked from the train onto the Oakland Long Pier. Crowds of people everywhere bustled around to get on the train or a ferry, greet passengers, or escort people to their destinations.
“Ferries for the city of San Francisco are over here.” Heyes motioned with his head, his hands being full.
They made their way to an empty bench. “Put your stuff down and I’ll watch it while you get the tickets.” Curry set his bags down and so did Heyes.
Heyes walked to the ticket booth. “Two tickets.”
The man ripped two tickets. “That’ll be thirty cents.”
Heyes pulled a few coins out of his vest pockets and gave them to the man.
“Just missed one, but they run every thirty minutes, so you don’t have long to wait. Next!”
Heyes made his way over to where the Kid and their gear were. “Boat leaves in about thirty minutes.” He pulled his coat out and put it on. “It always seems chilly here.”
“It sure does!” Curry agreed as he fastened his last button. “I put my coat on while you were getting the tickets.”
Before they knew it, they were boarding the ferry for the short trip across the bay to San Francisco.
Heyes looked around to get his bearings. “Okay, we’re at the ferry building, so we walk two blocks down Market Street and hop on a cable car at California Street that’ll take us up to Nob Hill.”
Curry nodded and followed Heyes onto a cable car. As it ascended up the steep hill, they found themselves sliding towards the back of the car. At the top, they disembarked.
“Glad we didn’t have to walk up that hill. The five cents fare sure is worth it when going uphill.” Heyes put his saddlebags across his shoulders. “This way… Silky’s place is a few blocks over here.”
“There are some beautiful mansions up here!”
“I’d say. The Central Pacific Railroad’s Big Four – Hopkins, Stanford, Huntington, and Crocker – all live up here since the building of the transcontinental railroad.”
After a few blocks, the former outlaws turned on a street and walked up to a smaller, but lovely mansion. Heyes knocked on the door and it opened a moment later.
“May I help you?”
“Joshua Smith and Thaddeus Jones to see Silky O'Sullivan.”
“Come in. Mr. O’Sullivan has been expecting you.” The butler pointed to a bench. “You may deposit your belongings here, including your coats and hats. Mr. O’Sullivan will greet you in the den.” Two dark wood panel doors were opened nearby into a comfortable yet elegant room.
An older man sat by a fire reading the newspaper while drinking a brandy from a snifter glass.
“Sir, Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones have arrived.”
“Well, it’s about time!” Silky put the glass and paper on the table and stood. “What took you two so long?”
Heyes and Curry walked into the den, both shaking their heads in disbelief.
“We left as soon as your telegram arrived.” Kid Curry shook Silky’s hand.
“Train takes about 35 hours from Denver to San Francisco and that doesn’t include the time to get to Denver or across the bay to your house. I think we made really good time.” Heyes also shook the man’s hand and noticed the paper and brandy. “We wouldn’t say no if you offered us a drink, too.”
Silky turned to a buffet and poured two brandies from a crystal decanter. “Here you go.”
Heyes and the Kid smiled as they took the proffered drink, clinked glasses, and sipped the brandy.
“Don’t get to have something this smooth very often,” Curry commented.
“Well I should say not! A bottle costs me around $8,” Silky groused as he took his seat again. “Just don’t stand there, sit!”
The two guests sat down together on a couch near the fire.
“So, why did you need us to come to San Francisco?” Heyes asked.
“I have a wager with a… a colleague and need your assistance.”
“Nothin’ illegal, right? You know we got outta that business,” Curry reminded him.
Silky thought a moment. “No, I don’t think it has to be illegal, especially if Heyes comes up with one of his plans.”
“So, tell us about this wager.” Heyes sipped his brandy.
“Well, there is a painting I was bidding for in what was to be a silent bid. My colleague, Edgar Whiting, was also bidding for it, however, he finagled his way to find out the bids and he out bid me by a dollar!”
Both former outlaws winced.
“That had to be tough!” Heyes said sympathetically.
Silky stood and went to pour himself more brandy.
“Heyes, this is kinda soundin’ like that darn Caesar bust,” the Kid whispered.
Heyes nodded. “What about the picture, Silky? We’re not going to steal it.”
“Well, stealing it is kind of the wager.” He sat down again. “You see, Edgar knows I still want the painting, but he’s donating it to a new art gallery.”
“And?” Curry began to get impatient. “What’s the wager?”
“Edgar and the gallery curator…”
The Kid glanced at Heyes, who shrugged his shoulders. “Curator?”
“The gallery’s manager, Jeffrey Fowler. They said the painting is so secure with some new-fangled security measures that will keep it safe. Can you believe that? Something unstealable?”
“So, your wager is that it can be stolen. “Sounds illegal to me.” Heyes put his empty glass down on a table and rose to his feet.
“Not to mention dangerous.” Curry joined his partner in standing up.
“Now wait a minute, you two. You owe me! I dressed like a woman, had a sheriff flirt with me, got arrested and even thrown in jail – all because of you! The least you can do is listen to the rest of it!” Silky’s face was flushed and he visibly shook in anger.
Heyes touched his partner’s arm. “We've come all this way; what harm can it do? We have the time, so we should hear what he has to say.”
Both guests sat, simultaneously crossing right leg over left.
“Okay, Silky, go ahead.” Curry waved his hand.
“Well, Edgar and I are on speaking terms now and…”
A quick knock on the den door interrupted Silky.
“What is it, Joseph,” Silky barked.
“Sir, the Madame has arrived.”
“Oh, you can show her in – just give us a minute.”
Heyes furrowed a brow. “A Madame?”
“Who is she, Silky?” Curry inquired, his curiosity piqued.
“Someone who was helping me with the wager. Gentlemen, may I introduce…”
Heyes and Kid Curry stood and turned towards the door as it opened. Brown and blue eyes widened and their jaws dropped. They exclaimed in unison, “Grace Turner!”
Grace stopped inside the door. “Ah…” A gloved hand covered her mouth.
Silky’s eyes traveled between his three guests. “You know each other?”
Grace recovered from the shock of seeing the two gentlemen and came further into the room. “It has been awhile, but I have met…” she hesitated as she held out her hand.
Heyes smiled and took her hand. “We’d prefer if you use Joshua Smith...”
“And Thaddeus Jones.” Curry winked.
Silky offered her a seat. “Can I get you something to drink, dear?”
“Yes, please.”
“Maybe a brandy? You look a little pale.”
“Yes, a brandy sounds wonderful.” Grace took a seat by the fireplace across from Silky’s chair. She took the proffered snifter and took a sip. “Silky, how well do you know Joshua and Thaddeus?”
“Well enough. Since they were youngsters, weren’t you?”
The men on the couch nodded.
“We were teenagers tryin’ to survive when Silky took us in for a while,” Curry added.
“So, you know they’re really…”
“Two pretty good bad men, who happened to be very good at what they did? Yes, Grace, I know who they really are.”
“Oh.” She took another sip.
“And how do you know who they are?”
“Grace knew who I was from a robbery – one where she didn’t see Heyes, who was sick and barely got the safe opened,” the Kid started. “She turned me in for the reward…”
“But I did help get you out,” Grace pointed out.
Heyes continued, “But because of the bid for amnesty, we had to get the reward money back so…”
“They used the shell game on me.” Grace pouted. “And I fell for it completely.”
“Oh, so will that a problem, the three of you working together now?” Silky inquired. “Is this the sting Soapy helped you boys with back in Colorado?”
“The same one, and I don’t think we would have a problem working with Grace.” Heyes turned to his partner for confirmation.
Kid Curry shook his head. “I don’t hold any grudges. Grace?”
“Well, you both charmed me before and… no, I hold no grudges, either. It was quite understandable, considering your situation.” Grace smiled.
“We’re curious how you met Silky, Grace?” Heyes asked.
“Well, you remember Chuck in Colorado?”
“Yes.” Heyes turned to the Kid. “Chuck Morgan was a member of Plummer’s gang and part of the con. He didn’t take too kindly to us using it on Grace.”
Grace smiled. “No, I can’t imagine he would have. Chuck looked after me when you left to make sure I was taken care of. He was going to San Francisco and suggested I come with him. He was the one who introduced me to Mr. O’Sullivan.”
“And I’m very grateful that he did. Grace has been a lovely companion when I’ve needed one for events.” Silky raised his glass to her and took a drink.
“You’re too kind, Silky.” Grace sipped her brandy.
“Back to our discussion…” Silky quickly turned back to Grace. “I was just about to tell them about the wager between Edgar Whiting and myself. You have perfect timing, my dear.”
“Oh, I’m glad I didn’t miss anything.” Grace settled into her chair. “Please continue.”
“Yes, let’s hear about this wager, Silky.” Heyes put his empty glass on the table.
“Like I was saying, Edgar Whiting and I both wanted Thomas Hill’s newest Yosemite painting. There was a silent auction and Edgar was able to outbid me by a dollar because of some illegal dealings. He is now donating the picture to the new art gallery.”
“That sounds like a good thing. Neither of you have it, and the public gets to see it.” Curry leaned forward. “So how does this wager come in?”
“Don’t rush me!” Silky grumbled. “Grace, would you please serve us some brandy?”
“Of course.” Grace stood, went over to the walnut commode buffet, picked up the decanter and poured more brandy in everyone’s glass.
Curry took his glass but didn’t relax his posture. “Go on.” He shot their host an impatient look.
Heyes smiled.
“Edgar and I are back on speaking terms and the picture is water under the bridge. We were at an event at the new art gallery when he told me about displaying his painting there.”
“The wager, Silky,” Heyes prompted and took a sip.
“I’m getting to it!” Silky snapped and shook his head. “Maybe this was a bad idea asking them to be a part of this.”
“Oh, on the contrary, Silky, now that I know who you asked to come, I think they are the perfect ones, if you want to win the wager.” Grace smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt. “You do want to win, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do.”
“I thought you and Edgar were friends now?” Curry asked.
“We are, but a wager is a wager.”
“And the wager is…?” Heyes raised a brow.
“Edgar told me that one of his clever protégés has come up with a way of making the Thomas Hill painting ‘theft proof’, even without guards positioned in front. Unstealable!”
“Imagine something being unstealable!” Grace interjected as she shook her head in disbelief.
“And that’s exactly what I told him – NOTHING is unstealable!” Soapy raised his voice and then quieted down. “Edgar said to put my money where my mouth is…”
“And Silky, being so clever, returned the challenge,” Grace continued. “He told Edgar, if it is really unstealable, tell the art gallery not to bother insuring it against theft. They can insure against fire and accident – just not theft.”
“So, Edgar and I shook hands on the wager.”
“Unstealable…” Heyes repeated thoughtfully and swirled the brandy in his glass.
“Stealin’ a picture, Joshua. I don’t think certain folks in Wyoming would appreciate it if they heard that.”
“But are we really stealing it or just going through the actions of stealing it?” Heyes continued to stare as the brandy whirled in the glass.
“I dunno. Sounds like the same thing and something we’re not supposed to do.”
“You’re right, Thaddeus.” Heyes swallowed the last of his brandy. “As much as we want to help, we really can’t, Silky.”
Grace pouted. “I'm sorry, Silky; I guess you'll just have to find someone who is better qualified to do the job.” She favored Heyes with a look of pity. “Too bad, Joshua. I would have been willing to bet that you were the right man for the job.” She lowered her eyes to her glass and continued quietly, “I guess I would have lost my bet.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be able to do it; I said we can’t risk doing it.”
“Isn’t that the same thing? Besides, it involves an alarm and wires. Way beyond what you’d be able to do, I’m sure.” Grace sighed.
“I doubt it’s way beyond what I’m able to do. In fact, I’m positive I could do it!” Heyes folded his arms in front of his chest. “Silky, who gets the picture at the end?”
“The picture will be returned to the art gallery unharmed for the public to view.”
“Hmmm…”
“Joshua…”
“Thaddeus, we’re NOT stealing it. Maybe borrowing it for a short time, but it’ll be returned and no one but…” Heyes pinned Silky with a look. “Who will know?”
“Just myself, Whiting, the curator of the gallery, Grace and the two of you are the only ones who need to know about it,” Silky assured him.
“See, hardly anyone will know.” Heyes grinned in his partner’s direction. “No one in Wyoming will know. It’ll be OUR little secret.”
Kid Curry rolled his eyes.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
“First of all, we need to know who Whiting’s protégé is. Any ideas?” Heyes asked, his sleeves rolled up.
Silky and Grace made eye contact.
“Do you remember if he mentioned who it was, my dear?”
Grace closed her eyes, deep in thought. “It was Cornelius. Cornelius…Stanford? No, Stafford? Sartorius.” She opened her eyes and smiled. “Eugene Sartorius.”
“That’s it! Eugene Sartorius.” Silky nodded in agreement.
“What do we know about this security system?” Heyes put his right hand up, his fingers covering his mouth and thumb below his chin. “How complicated is it?”
“Whiting only said it involved wires,” Silky informed them.
“You’re gonna have to know more than that, Joshua. Does this Eugene fella have an office?” Kid Curry asked.
“I’m sure he does. Maybe even one at the art gallery as he installs this security system.” Silky stood and went to the door. “Joseph, where in the heck are you?”
The butler materialized from around a corner. “Right here, sir.”
“Smith and Jones are staying a few days so put their stuff upstairs in the guest rooms. Make sure the cook knows there’ll be four of us for dinner.”
“Yes, sir. Is there anything else?”
“Have you ever heard of a Eugene Sartorius in San Francisco?”
“Eugene Sartorius…” Joseph repeated thoughtfully. He mulled the name over a moment before he answered. “Why yes, sir, I believe he has an office on Mission near Sutter.”
Silky smiled. “I knew you’d be the man to ask. Don’t think there’s anyone in San Francisco that you don’t know. Thank you, Joseph.”
“Glad to be able to be of assistance, Mr. O’Sullivan.” The gentleman butler was about to turn. “Was there anything else, sir?”
“No, just let the cook know and have the maid get the guest rooms ready.”
“Yes, sir.”
Silky closed the doors to the den. “Don’t know how he does it, but Joseph seems to know everyone in San Francisco.”
“Mission near Sutter,” Heyes repeated. “We’ll go down there tomorrow and scout out the office, Thaddeus.”
“Can I be of assistance?” Grace asked.
“Have you ever met Eugene Sartorius before?”
“No, but I have a feeling I will.” Grace smiled.
“We may need you as a distraction to get Eugene out of his office so we can see if there are plans or anything about the security system.”
“Shall I meet you near the corner of Market and Sutter, say about 4:00 tomorrow?”
Heyes nodded. “That sounds perfect.”
“I’ll make sure I look exceptional lovely, just in case.”
Heyes grinned.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Heyes and Kid Curry took a cable car down toward the ferry building and walked the few blocks until they reached the street sign reading Sutter Street.
Heyes looked at his watch. “We have just over an hour before we’re supposed to meet Grace. Let’s try in this building.” Heyes pointed to the first one.
Curry nodded and followed his partner. They went inside the lobby and read the directory.
“Doesn’t appear to be here,” the Kid commented. “Maybe that tall one across the street.”
The larger tenants had signs outside of the building – Hecht Bros., Greenebaum Bros., Crane & Brigham, Held, Sachs & Freeman – however, the lobby’s tenant sign had one E Sartorius, Security Consultant listed on the third floor.
“Found him!” Kid Curry exclaimed. “Too bad this building don’t seem to have one of those new-fangled lifts.”
Heyes directed his partner towards the stairs. “Look on the bright side, Kid. At least it’s not the fourth floor.”
The two former outlaws climbed the stairs to the third floor and walked through the hallway until they found a door with “Eugene Sartorius – Security Consultant” stenciled on the frosted glass.
“You stay in the hall while I go in and talk to him.” Heyes waited for the Kid to walk away before he knocked twice.
“Come in – the door’s open,” came a voice from inside.
“Excuse me, but I was visiting the Hecht Bros. down the hall for some new boots and was curious to find out exactly what a security consultant does?” Heyes asked as he inconspicuously took in the details of the office.
The office wasn’t very large but had two windows looking out the back alley for natural light. A man appearing to be about thirty with thinning, sandy hair and thick spectacles looked up from a drafting table along a wall.
“Well, as a security consultant, I assist my clients with making their homes, businesses, or valuables more secure,” the man offered as an explanation.
“So, if my father has his first gold nugget he found and wants it to be secure…”
“I could offer several options for where to place the nugget, for a fee, of course.”
“Of course, I understand.” Heyes nodded. “Well, I’ll let my father know there is such assistance available.” He held out a hand. “Thank you, Mr…?”
“Eugene Sartorius.” The man shook his hand. “And you are?”
Philip Edgewater the third.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Edgewater. If your father is interested in my services, please send him to my office. As I mentioned before, I’m a busy man. For the next few weeks most of my time will be taken up with a special project for an art gallery.”
“An art gallery?” Heyes quirked a brow. “Hmm, that sounds like a very large venture, especially for just one man. Will you be too busy to take on new clients?” He frowned. “Maybe I should advise my father that he should seek assistance elsewhere?”
Eugene shook his head and hastened to explain. “That won't be necessary, Mr. Edgewater. I can assure you that I shall have plenty of time to assist a new client with whatever he needs. Please, have your father come in near the end of the week and we'll get things started immediately, I promise.”
“I’ll let him know. Thank you, Mr. Sartorius.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Edgewater.”
Heyes left the room and checked his watch. “We have about fifteen minutes to meet Grace,” he told Curry who joined him. “Let’s get going.”
Heyes and the Kid leaned against the lamp post on the corner while they waited for Grace to arrive.
“There she is.” Curry pointed to a lady disembarking from a cable car across the street.
Both men watched as Grace glided towards them, appreciation and admiration evident in their eyes.
“Grace, you look absolutely beautiful!” the Kid remarked as he stepped forward and took her gloved hands between his.
“Why thank you, kind sir.”
“Green is a wonderful color on you. You’ll take Eugene’s breath away,” Heyes added. “And you’re wearing pearls. Perfect.”
Grace put a finger on her necklace. “I was hoping they would be subtle, but appropriate.”
“They are! Eugene’s office is in that building…”
“On the third floor with three flights of stairs to climb,” Curry added.
“His signage says security specialist so you can use the pearls or other jewelry as a reason to go see him.” Heyes took her arm and escorted her across the street, leaving his partner to follow behind.
“And you need him out of his office, correct?”
“Yes. Do you think you could get him to go out for at least two hours?”
“It’s getting close to dinner so I’m hoping to get myself invited to one of the lovely restaurants in the area.”
“Since we know he’s not married or even seeing anyone, I’m sure he’ll be flattered to have the attention of a beautiful lady.” Heyes grinned. “He’s not exactly a Casanova.”
“A what?” Curry asked.
“He’s not like you or Joshua,” Grace said with a grin. “Casanova was a famous Italian author and womanizer.”
Heyes frowned. “I wouldn’t exactly say me or Thaddeus are Casanovas.”
“You wouldn’t?” Grace asked as she raised her brow.
“No! Now let’s get back to business. You know what you have to do?” Heyes asked.
“Yes. I inquire about Mr. Sartorius’ security services and get him to leave his office for at least two hours. Now, will you please relax?” Grace began ascending the stairs. “The third floor?”
Kid Curry nodded.
“And no lift in the building.”
The Kid shook his head.
“Well, I hope I’ll still look fresh when I arrive.”
Heyes took her free hand as the other was on the staircase handrail. “I’m sure you will.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
A short while later, Heyes pointed out Sartorius’ office. “It’s right there; the third one on the left.”
Grace took a deep breath and slowly let it out while making sure her hair was in place. “I’ll see you back at Silky’s later this evening.”
Heyes winked. “That’s the plan. He gave his partner a push down the corridor. “Let’s wait over here.”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Curry yawned and settled into a more comfortable position. Heyes took out his watch and glanced at the time. Just then, they heard a door open.
“Oh, Eugene, I’m looking so forward to dinner at the Cold Day Restaurant. What an unusual name. I must admit, you’ve made me very curious.”
Eugene locked the door to his office and took Grace’s arm, tucking it into his. “Its original name was the New World Coffee Saloon.”
“I have heard of that. What happened to make the owner decide to change the name?” Grace looked at him coyly.
“Remember when Alexander Badlam, Jr. was running for reelection for tax assessor?”
“Yes, I do recall he was soundly defeated recently.”
“Well, he bragged that it would be ‘a cold day’ when he’d be defeated. The newspapers had a field day over his remark and since Badlam was a regular at the New World, everyone began to call it the Cold Day Restaurant. The name has changed permanently.” The couple began going down the stairs.
“Oh my! You are so interesting, Eugene. Why, I bet you have many more wonderful and fascinating stories to share, don't you?”
As the voices faded, Heyes and Curry walked to the security consultant’s office, checked that no one was in the hallway, and Heyes deftly unlocked the door in moments with a lock pick. They slid into the office and secured the door behind them.
“Need me to watch in the hall in case they come back?” the Kid asked as he looked around the room.
“Grace will give us enough warning. Help me look for anything that mentions the alarm system.” Heyes started looking at the paperwork on the draft table.
Kid Curry looked out the window and saw a glimpse of Eugene and Grace walking past the alley. “There’s the couple walking away from the building.” He then went through the filing cabinet, fingering through the well-organized folders.
Heyes checked a corner with rolled plans. “Here’s the blueprints for the gallery!” he called out in triumph as he grabbed one, unrolled it on the drafting table, and began to study it.
The Kid continued to look through the cabinet. “Here’s a folder on alarms!” He pulled it out, marking exactly where it belonged.
Heyes looked up and smiled, taking the proffered folder while Curry finished checking the rest of the cabinet for additional information.
“That’s all I see.” The Kid came over to the table and looked down at the plans.
Heyes pointed to a square on the paper. “Looks like the picture is being hung here in this alcove.”
“It’s on the second floor with just a few windows,” Curry commented.
Heyes sat down, opened the folder and began to read. Kid Curry pulled out a watch, noted the time, and began to memorize the gallery’s floor plan.
The natural light in the office was beginning to dim. The Kid checked his watch again. “Heyes, we’ve been here over an hour. Have you found out anything?”
Heyes sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “Kid, I’m sure glad we decided to get outta the business. This security system will really make it difficult to sneak into any room or bank. As far as I can make out, it’s an alarm system using wires and electricity.”
“That don’t sound good.” Curry sat down. “We don’t know anything about electricity.”
“From what I’ve read, electricity flows through wires. With this security system, if the flow of electricity stops, it somehow signals the guards with an alarm.”
“So, if the wires are cut…”
“The flow of electricity stops,” Heyes continued. “Oh, and the picture and hook somehow have electricity flowing through them.”
“So, what you’re tellin’ me is that we can’t even remove the picture from the wall without the alarm goin’ off.”
“Where will the guards be? Could you figure that out?” Heyes asked, looking back at the floor plan.
“The guard’s room is by the entrance of the gallery here.” Kid Curry pointed to the left side of the plan. “And the picture is here.” He pointed again, but to the right side.
“Well, that could be to our benefit, if we figure out how do to this job.” Heyes began rolling up the plans. “Time to go. Folder’s over here.”
“Got it.” The Kid refiled the papers.
They both glanced around the room.
“Looks good, just like when we got here,” Heyes commented.
Kid Curry unlocked the door and slowly opened it, looking down the hallway. “It’s clear.”
They exited the office, making sure it was locked, and disappeared down the stairs.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
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