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Show Excerpt the impulse to continue than a cat could resist catnip. His brain did not have the ability to overcome his instinct. And his instinct was wrong. "You may consider yourself under arrest, Mr. Morgan." "I thank you for that permission," Morgan said with a happy smile. "But I think I shall not take advantage of it." He stood there with that same happy smile while two hotel security guards walked up and stood beside him, having been called by the manager's signal. Again it took the manager a little time to realize what Morgan had said. He blinked. "Advantage of it?" he repeated haphazardly. * * * * * Harry Morgan's smile vanished as though it had never been. His blue eyes seemed to change from the soft blue of a cloudless sky to the steely blue of a polished revolver. Oddly enough, his lips did not change. They still seemed to smile, although the smile had gone. "Manager," he said deliberately, "if you will pardon my using your title, you evidently cannot read." The manag
