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mdp.39015056725909	Packard Frank L.	The wire devils / by Frank L. Packard	1918		.txt	text/plain	63931	4840	89	what was close to a two-hours' run, it stopped at intermediate stations, and the Hawk peered furtively The Hawk, his lips like a thin straight line just showing under the mask, followed grimly, step by step. the window, and, clawing frantically at the sill, attempted to work his way out, the Hawk ran silently apart from that little matter of ten thousand dollars which he, the Hawk, had taken from the paymaster's safe last night, MacVightie to-night was The tiny ray of the Hawk's flashlight shot suddenly upon the notebook's open page, as the sounder the chair car at the rear of the train, the Hawk, Number One says Hawk slender white hands, manicured, medium height, eyes and hair black, expensive tailored clothes. Detecting no sound from within, however, the Hawk pushed the door a little further open, dressed—the Hawk noted the dainty little boutonniere in the lapel of the man's coat, and smiled	./cache/mdp.39015056725909.pdf	./txt/mdp.39015056725909.txt