The Poisoned Pen(Fiscle Part-3), Arthur B. Reeve [my reading book TXT] 📗

Kennedy's Suit-Case Was Lying Open On The Bed, And He Was
Literally Throwing Things Into It From His Chiffonier, As I
Entered After A Hurried Trip Up-Town From The Star Office In
Response To An Urgent Message From Him.

"Come, Walter," He Cried, Hastily Stuffing In A Package Of Clean
Laundry Without Taking Off The Wrapping-Paper, "I've Got Your
Suit-Case Out. Pack Up Whatever You Can In Five Minutes. We Must
Take The Six O'clock Train For Danbridge."