She turned to Kennedy. "But I do wish you would teach me how to use this thing," she added, touching the automatic gingerly.
"Gladly," he returned.
"Won't you join us, Mr. Bennett?" asked Elaine.
"No," the young lawyer smiled, "I'm afraid I can't. You see, I had an engagement with another client and I'm already late."
He took his hat and coat and, with a reluctant farewell, moved toward the hallway.
A moment later Elaine and Craig followed, while Jennings finished restoring the armor as nearly as possible as it had been.
. . . . . . . .
It was late that night that a masked figure succeeded in raising itself to the narrow ornamental ledge under Elaine's bedroom window.
Elaine was a light sleeper and, besides, Rusty, her faithful collie, now fully recovered from the poison, was in her room.
Rusty growled and the sudden noise wakened her.