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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: have become so well acquainted. It is his custom to be in his private office
at this hour. Even as you read this he breathes his last.
Cordially yours,
THE MINIONS OF MIDAS.
I dropped the letter and sprang to the telephone. Great was my relief when I
heard the Inspector's hearty voice. But, even as he spoke, his voice died away
in the receiver to a gurgling sob, and I heard faintly the crash of a falling
body. Then a strange voice hello'd me, sent me the regards of the M. of M.,
and broke the switch. Like a flash I called up the public office of the
Central Police, telling them to go at once to the Inspector's aid in his
private office. I then held the line, and a few minutes later received the
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