She seemed overcome with gratitude and took his hand, pressed it, even kissed it.
"Just a minute," he added, carefully extricating his hand. "I'll be ready in just a minute."
Kennedy entered the room where I was listening.
"What's it all about, Craig?" I whispered, mystified.
For a moment he stood thinking, apparently reconsidering what he had just done. Then his second thought seemed to approve it.
"This is a trap of the Clutching Hand, Walter," he whispered, adding tensely, "and we're going to walk right into it."
I looked at him in amazement.
"But, Craig," I demurred, "that's foolhardy. Have her trailed—anything—but—-"
He shook his head and with a mere motion of his hand brushed aside my objections as he went to a cabinet across the room.
From one shelf he took out a small metal box and from another a test tube, placing the test tube in his waistcoat pocket, and the small box in his coatpocket, with excessive care.