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light, both of them turned at the same moment to look into each other's face.
The man from the West stopped suddenly and pulled his arm away.
"You are not Jimmy Wells," he said. "Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a straight one to a plug".
"But twenty years sometimes change a good man into a bed one," said the tall man. "You've been under arrest for ten minutes, Silky Bob. We received a wire from Chicago. You are wanted there. Going quietly, are you? Now before we go to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you. It's from the policeman Wells."
The man "from the West took the little piece of paper. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short,
"Bob,
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