Maddox Munitions was saved!
XXV
THE ADVENTURESS
There was no use in our staying longer in New York, for the turn in the market had come, and it was able to take care of itself.
Up in our little office, Kennedy began hastily to pack up what of the stuff he wanted to save, and was just finishing when the telephone rang.
It was Hastings, who had been trying to locate us all the morning. The flurry in the market had very much excited him, and the final upward turn had not served to decrease his excitement.
“There don’t seem to be many trains to Westport in the middle of the day,” I heard Kennedy consider over the wire. “Your car is here? Well, can you go back there with us? Yes—right away.”
As he hung up he turned to me. “Poor old Hastings hasn’t been able to practise his profession for the last few days,” Craig smiled. “He wants me to hurry up the case. We’ll see what we can do. He’s coming for us in his car, and then we’ll shoot out to Westport.”
It was a beautiful day, but none of us appreciated it much as we slid along the splendid roads from the city. There was only one subject uppermost in my mind, at least. Whence had come this new stock-market attack? Who was back of the series of violent deeds which had taken place in less than a week? Above all, where were the precious telautomaton plans?
At least it was some relief, when we swung into Westport, to know that we were back again at the main scene of action, and I felt that now events would develop rapidly.