He was pretty far gone, as the policeman knelt down and tried to get a statement out of him.
"Who was that man who left you—last—the Clutching Hand?"
Not a word came from the crook.
The policeman repeated his question.
With his last strength, he looked disdainfully at the officer's pad and pencil. "The gangster never squeals," he snarled, as he fell back.
Dr. Morton had paid no attention whatever to him, but was working desperately now over Elaine, trying to bring her back to life.
"Is she—going to—die?" gasped Craig, frantically.
Every eye was riveted on Dr. Morton.
"She is all right," he muttered. "But the man is going to die."
At the sound of Craig's voice Elaine had feebly opened her eyes.